I Ain't Gave up on You Yet Lyrics

I met this girl when I was 8 years old
What I loved most,she has so much soul
Where the 10 and 101 meet the site was so breathtaking mirrors the size of buildings L.A river
When you're black amoung the esses
Gang-bang ain't an option, but that crylon arroma made a bother feel alive
Feel like the creator made boom bap just for me only
Radio made the night not so lonely
That's why I wanna fight when I hear those thug phonies
You gangsters actin' like crack was our Savior
And there are times when I can't stare at you
But stand you I must
The patience and long suffering is only in your headAnd at times hip-hop makes me very upset
But I ain't gave up on it,yet
And then at times America makes me very upset
But I ain't gave up it you yet
And low key my own people make me very upset
But still I ain't give up on them yet
And at times my own city makes me very upset

But I still ain't gave up on it yetThat family tree is a groundhog day of ignorance
Jew joints, speak easies bent on that ratchetness
Granddad ran the numbers, got my mouth the hood
DC was so crazy in the 30s let me tell ya
Uncle Timmy and Allen and Hubert they all suffered from atypically pitfalls
Friend like "Y'all ain't feelin' me y'all blowin' line at Appalachian mountain bootleggers, this trenscends race, y'all got moonshine coursin' through your veins dontcha,
Then it's crimes of survival
Tax evasion White collar pre-great repression
They say, "we all tryin' to escape the same thing, but be patient boy, it's all in your head."And at times hip-hop makes me very upset
But I ain't gave up on it,yet
And then at times America makes me very upset
But I ain't gave up it you yet
And low key my own people make me very upset
But still I ain't give up on them yet
And at times my own city makes me very upset
But I still ain't gave up on it yetLil' brother I feel you
Vato drive slow
Vans with no plates
He's second generation
His tio from Sinaloa, smugglin people biz
Coyote in trainin', bald heads with tattoos slingin social security numbers "I'm from the 626"
And I know it well,down at 110
Buy abuelita a greencard
Grandpa still works hard
Only one with good sense
Dime a donde vas?
Vaya con Dios mi hijos, tres puntos
Calmate homie ,correle ,correle
I see it in his ojos
You feel trapped ,don't you?
It's stupid, you like "Why me?"
But it's all in your head,all in your headAnd there are times when hip-hop makes me very upset
But I ain't gave up on it,yet
And there are times a miracle makes me very upset
But I ain't gave up it you yet
And low key people make me very upset
But still I ain't give up on them yet
And there are times my own city makes me very upset
But I still ain't gave up on it yet