Walkin Up the Road - Betty Davis

Lately I can tell You getting pretty sick of me To tell you the truth, I've had about enough of me too All this cursing and fighting Who's wrong and who's right and It don't mean a thing It don't mean a damn thing 'Cause the grass ain't always greener Just like we're always told You may not have the winning hand But you ain't got to fold And it just seems that much warmer When you coming from a cold 'Cause things ain't always better Up the road People they'll be talkin', Rest assure they always do They got it off sussed out Everything that we go through Let's give them all the finger Tell them where they can go What do they know What in the hell do they know 'Cause the grass ain't always greener Just like we're always told You may not have the winning hand But you ain't got to fold And it just seems that much warmer When you coming from a cold 'Cause things ain't always better Up the road Things ain't always better up the road Things ain't always better up the road, Yeah 'Cause the grass ain't always greener Just like we're always told You may not have the winning hand But you ain't got to fold And it just seems that much warmer When you coming from a cold 'Cause things ain't always better, Up the road Things ain't always better up the road Things ain't always better up the road Things ain't always better up the road Things ain't always better up the road

You're laughing pretty baby, baby Further on up the road Someone gonna hurt you like you hurt me, baby You mistreat me, treat me like a fool Oh baby, oh baby Further on up the road Someone gonna hurt you like you hurt me Further on up the road Someone gonna hurt you like you hurt me Further on up the road Baby, just you wait and see, oh Laughin', pretty baby Someday you're gonna be cryin' Laughin', pretty baby Someday, someday you're gonna be cryin' Further on up the road You're gonna get yours like I got mine Hey now baby I ain't laughin' baby Oh baby, I ain't laughin' Baby, you're gonna get yours like I got mine Now baby, oh baby, oh baby I work in the morning, late at night The present thing I'm do is worth a fight Baby, oh baby You meet me in the morning too, you tell me you love me too But baby, like a fool I give up and gave ya all my money Like a fool I give up and gave you all my money Now ain't that, ain't that lovin' you Baby, ain't that lovin' you Tell me, tell me ain't that lovin' you Baby, ain't that lovin' you

Further on up the road You're gonna hurt someone like you hurt me Further on up the road Somebody's gonna hurt you like you hurt me Further on up the road Baby, you just wait and see Now you're laughin' pretty baby Someday you're gonna be cryin' Now you're laughin' pretty baby Someday you're gonna be cryin' Further on up the road You'll find out I wasn't lyin' Further on up the road Somebody's gonna hurt you like you hurt me Further on up the road Somebody's gonna hurt you like you hurt me Further on up the road Baby, you just wait and see Further on up the road Somebody's gonna hurt you like you hurt me Further on up the road Somebody's gonna hurt you like you hurt me Further on up the road Baby, you just wait and see Now you're laughin' pretty baby Someday you're gonna be cryin' Now you're laughin' pretty baby Someday you're gonna be cryin' Further on up the road You'll find out I wasn't lyin' Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road Further on up the road You'll find out I wasn't lyin' Further on up the road Somebody's gonna hurt you like you hurt me Further on up the road Somebody's gonna hurt you like you hurt me Further on up the road Baby, you just wait and see

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto