Ligeti: 6 Bagatelles for Wind Quintet (1953, Arr. from Musica ricercata): VI. Molto vivace. Capriccioso

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Please, believe that Some how, some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how, some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how, some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life Whether we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker I don't always want to be this drug dealing motherfucker, damn Wish I could take us all On this magic carpet ride through the sky I use to play the hall up fifth floor Me and my boys, we all poor, getting high, I Seen the worst of the worst, I deserve every blessing I received, I'm from the dirt I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand And still I grew some how, I knew that the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn Some how, some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday Some how, some way I gotta make it up out this life Some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday To old Nell, Sigel street, I ain't forget you Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and the haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement, break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie, young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over Cold, young boys, light things up All the petty ass wars, fuck the night scene up Remember Lil' Eddie draw how he light mean up Then they wonder why we light green up Back to back, steamers trying to relax but I can't I lean up, ain't the L or the refer that steam up It's my head stress to the point I get a fever Thinking 'bout the block and all the mothers and kids That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed 'em For the rest of their life fucking wings fried Vegetable rice, gotta be kidding No breakfast, Cap 'n Crunch at night Our kids eating lunch at night In their beds all bunched in tight No less than three or four, you know how it go Two by the foot, two by the headboard Man, I'm getting scared for them, yeah I know That's how I feel for them And we gotta grip the shorties on the block All they do is smoke weed and drink forties Cop their lil' quarties Enough to get the latest ROC, newest glock and old Jordies Some how, some way We gonna make it up out the hood someday Some how, some way We gonna make it up out this life Some how, some way We gonna make it up out the hood one day Some way we gonna make it up out this life Right here another lil' story 'bout this click I claimed Another chapter based on how I get that game Hanging round my neighborhood, bang my street Sit and watch the passer-by's, play my sweep South-side sunny side Blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul Nigga all got guns Over here we got this poor child, get that there We know tomorrow ain't promise, so we get that there Fuck, sitting in the living room, guarding the steps Working inside a slump house, starving to death Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and Zippers agents snapping, your picture neighbors Plotting to get ya Situations is critic, I was out here to get it Living it like a savages, nigga, I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute Pumping hard dog Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog Love being willied and your creek gonna rise I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise (Some how, some way) (Some how, some way) I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise (Some how, some way) Some how, some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how, some way We gotta make it up out this life Come on Some how, some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life