[Chorus: Dice Raw]
Out on the streets, where I grew up,
First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck,
That type of thinkin' can't get you nowhere,
Someone has to care.
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
How I got over, where the people come apart,
Don't nobody care about you, only thing you got is God,
Out here in these streets if you get down on your luck,
You can stand out with a hand out but nobody give a fuck.
Out here in these streets every man is for himself,
They ain't helpin' no one else, it's a hazard to your health
Livin' life in these cold streets.
Hey, who's worryin' about you, babe,
When you wildin' out, runnin' around in these streets?
[Chorus: Dice Raw]
Out on the streets, where I grew up,
First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck,
That type of thinkin' can't get you nowhere,
Someone has to care.
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
When you on the corners, there's too much drama,
Livin' with the police right behind ya,
It's always more than a slight reminder,
We livin' in a war zone like Rwanda.
Before I go back to the Heavenly Father,
Pray for me if it ain't too much bother,
Whatever don't break me will make me stronger,
I feel like I can't take too much longer,
It's too much lying and too much fighting,
I'm all cried out ‘cause I grew up cryin',
They all got a sales pitch, I ain't buyin',
They tryna convince me that I ain't tryin'.
We uninspired, we unadmired,
And tired and sick of bein' sick and tired
Of livin' in the hood where the shots are fired,
We dyin' to live, so to live we dyin',
You just like I am.
[Chorus: Dice Raw]
Out on the streets, where I grew up,
First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck,
That type of thinkin' can't get you nowhere,
Someone has to care.
[Verse 3: Black Thought]
Somebody's gotta care, and I swear it isn't fair,
In suspended animation, we ain't tryna go nowhere
Out here in these streets, we're so young and all alone,
We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own
Livin' life in these hard streets,
Where it's like they lost they mind,
Is there any way to find?
Are we runnin' out of time out here?
Listen, hey, who's worryin' about you, babe,
When you wildin' out, runnin' around in these streets?
[Chorus: Dice Raw]
Out on the streets, where I grew up,
First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck,
That type of thinkin' can't get you nowhere,
Someone has to care.