How I Got Over – The Roots

Listen here:

These guys have been around forever and continue to have a huge influence. It’s great to hear some jazzy hip-hop/rap with some real meaning instead of the usual bimbo-trash too much of that community seems to cling to. Truly, these guys inspire musically, lyrically. And if you want to see them, just tune in to Jimmy Fallon – they’re the house band.

Lyrics here, more below:
Uh, uh…uh, uh-huh

[Chorus 1: Dice Raw]
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking cant get you nowhere
Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

[Black Thought – singing]
How I got over… where the people come apart
Don’t nobody care about cha, only thing you got is God
Out here in these streets.. if you get down on your luck
You can stand out, with a hand out
But nobody give a fuck
Out here in these streets, every man is for himself
They aint helpin noone else, it’s a hazard to your health
Livin life in these cold streets
Hey, WHO’S worryin ’bout cha, babe?
When you whylin out, runnin ’round in these streets

[Chorus 2: Dice Raw] (Black Thought)
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over…)
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-)
That type of thinking cant get you nowhere (How I got over…)
Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

[Black Thought – rapping]
Yo..
When you on the corners, there’s too much drama
Livin with the police right behind ya
It’s always more than a slight reminder
We livin in a war zone like Rwanda
Before I go back to the Heavenly Father
Pray for me if it aint too much bother
Whatever don’t break me a-make me stronger
I feel like I can’t take too much longer
It’s too much lyin, and too much fightin
I’m all cried out ’cause I grew up cryin
They all got a sales pitch I ain’t buyin
They tryin to convince me that I ain’t tryin
We uninspired, we unadmired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired
of livin in the hood where the shots are fired
We dyin to live, so to live, we dyin
You just like I am

[Chorus 3: Dice Raw] (Black Thought)
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over…)
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-)
That type of thinking cant get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere..)
Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

[Black Thought – singing]
Somebody’s gotta care..
And I swear it isn’t fair
In suspended animation, we ain’t tryin to go nowhere
Out here in these streets.. We’re so young and all alone
We ain’t even old enough, to realize we’re on our own
Livin life in these hard streets
Where it’s like they lost they mind
Is there anyway to find?
Are we runnin out of time out here?
Listen…
Hey, WHO’S worryin ’bout cha, babe?
When you whylin out, runnin ’round in these streets

[Chorus 3 + 1 two times]

Just a chilling description of the life. The hard, cold truth laid out for all. So listen. Hear. Learn. None of this is easy. Most especially fixing it. But I’m thankful this band is taking the time to document the realities. It is the only place healing can start.

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