[The Game - Chorus]

We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times

my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise

we will not live and let die

my niggas on the front line and we all here

hold your head high

so many years, too many tears living this life

this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on

a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid

these are the hard times but we will survive



[Verse 1]

It all started 400 years ago, my people in chains

400 years later same bullshit y’all aint changed

you got a jump shot or you rap or play ball

then you can eat in Beverly hills and shop in they mall

who really making calls like my people ain’t determined enough

and in the hood they trying to terminate us

and turn us against each other

got us fighting over colours, brothers

I thought the object was to love one another

we can’t see past the 20 inch rims, bitches and hoes

40 bottles and frequent trips to the liquor store

so how do we raise our children

there’s a new born soul every hour in America

this is not only there’s but our America

the white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery days

but we still paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt

but this is the rebirth



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

They say the black man will struggle as long as he continues to hustle

and pitch crack from a bucket, these muthafuckers have no idea

they lock us in prison for years

and send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears

too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2

President Bush’s way to say fuck you

our day is coming we taking over

how you give us guns when 70% of all Kuwaiti soldiers

you gotta be stupid

don’t ever forget we were African rulers before NBA players and furniture movers

you burnt this I prove it

we don’t want 40 acres no more, college funds and real estate,

keep the Grammy awards, your H2’s, new watches we don’t hate you watch us

me and Marshall’s like Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth

opposite races still chasing the same dream

but when it boils down to everyday life who do I trust? ME!



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

I will not surrender this is not the ending

turn my back in the dirt this is uncle Sam’s curse

you got a hot verse you on MTV

you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC

kids struggling to make grades in school

you run the rock like Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at school

and all the old heads that paid their dues we don’t respect that

too worried about where the next Nike air checks at

(?) news rims put on your lexus,

he ain’t registered to vote Al Gore loses the next election

one strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone

25 to life but still life moves on

a wise man told when I was younger Im God’s chosen

he don’t understand so the AK soak him

Black wall street got them open

I try to tell them I’m where hope floats man

the ghetto spokesman



[Chorus]