Stuck like a truck gettin shit outta luck
 Times was rough and I didn't have a plan
 I was barely on the edge of my life as a man
 It's really fucked up when there's dope in the crib
 No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin kids
 That's why a young nigga learned how to steal see
 Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals
 But I remember days when the cupboard was bare and
 Life was unfair but who the fuck cares?
 I still hear Momma,what she used to tell me
 That you don't get shit in this life for free
 And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top
 Fuck it!I fight for my hip-hop
 Not everybody can relate to what I been through
 Even though some front and they try to pretend to
 Know about the life of a kid and the strife
 Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe
 Good goes to bad,bad goes to worse
 And pretty soon he's stealin from his own Momma's purse
 So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes
 I reach out to touch but somebody moved the sky
 My stomach is growlin,word is born
 Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
 BRIDGE
 A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
 All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
 A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
 Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn
 A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
 I tried to get full off a can-o-corn
 A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
 That's all the fuck that we had in the kitchen
 A few years later,I pledge a legions to the set
 I'm growin up but I ain't grown yet
 It's funny how the strain in a life filled with pain
 Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain
 I'm sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eagle
 Pickin up scraps like a seagull
 Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip
 So I can put it in my pocket
 Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus and the stork
 We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork
 And it ain't no motherfuckin way no how
 When it come up I let you bring me down
 So I stick to the boots and I'm down with a MAAD group
 Of gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em 'scroops'
 Give me liberty or give me death
 Cos a man without pride ain't got shit left,huh
 And now that I'm older with kids of my own
 I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone
 Get'cha self together,word is born
 Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn