Letra How It Feels de Pras Michel original

When I grow up, I'ma be a superstar
Pras> Ah-ha, alright baby

Chorus: children> + (Pras)
They, don't, know, how it feels
(When you're out on your own, yeah)
(And you're lookin for that home)
They, don't, know, what it is
(When the world's on your shoulder)
(And your baby gotta be a soldier)

Pras Michel>
Yo I was born in the pro-jects, with roaches and rats
And our credentials were our, nines and gats
Stay the hell out the hood read the welcomin mats
I remember them days, it was hard bein black
Welfare checks and government cheese
Take your family in portrait, everybody smile say cheese
And it's a wonder how I kept my head from goin under
Sun don't shine where there's, lightning and thunder
Some got ways, some got means
But still, we all just got hopes and dreams
The two blend together like dope and fiends
Cope with teens has that new gangster lean
Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star
Fly cribs and drivin them big cars
That's all Mr. President, hear the voice of the youth
I don't lie, I speak the truth

Chorus: children> + (Pras)
They, don't, know, how it feels
(When you a single mother)
(And don't have that significant other)
They, don't, know, what it is
(To be in the ghetto)
(And your life be in slow mo')

Pras Michel>
Uhh, yeah
Been around the world a couple times with the ReFugees
From the boot of Italy, to the land of Pawnee{?}
Fell in love a couple times on the London Bridge
Fast cars, fast life, that's how I wanted to live
What a crusade, one of my great escapades
Cut many hearts, like the game of spades
But nuttin was as fatal when they blew the World Trade
Now we at war momma, tradin lives for grenades
Send in the troops, here comes the brigades
American resolve and our hearts'll never fade
I know you somewhere out there chillin in the shades
But I hate to be the one, to rain on your parade
See God is merciful and God bless his children
That's how we gonna reconstruct them buildings
So stop the killings, we runnin out of graves
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave

Chorus: children> + (Pras)
They, don't, know, how it feels
(To hear our babies cry)
(And watch our mothers die)
They, don't, know, what it is
(To see our brothers in prison)
(While they losin their religion)

Pras Michel>
These, eyes of mines are like, camera lens
Loved by many but stabbed by my friends
Is this the end? Some may cry out loud
But I won't worry we gonna, make it now
The ghetto fed up but they won't break us down
It's an eye for an eye what goes around comes around
Do dis for my peeps who couldn't speak
Survival of the fittest, what happens to the weak?
They either in between, above or beneath
Tryin to play me like a scrub in a passenger seat
Racial profile to say the least (okay)
There won't be no peace in the belly of the beast, c'mon

Pras + children>
But we gonna make it through baby
Even though the world is so crazy

Pras Michel>
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's pain times three
Cause it's a million of them kids stressin just like me
BABY!

Chorus: children> + (Pras)
They, don't, know, how it feels
(To see us go to war)
(And see the people free for no more)
They, don't, know, what it is
(To be a black man in America)
(And feel like they're comin to get'cha)
They, don't, know, how it feels
(To work for minimum wage)
(As your life starts to fade)
They, don't, know, what it is
(To be down to your last buck)
(And no one really gives a mother-HA)