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