December 4th
(专辑: The Black Album - 2003)
Shawn Carter was born December 4th, weighing in at 10 pounds, 8
ounces. He was the
last of my four children. The
only one who didn't give me any pain when I
gave birth to him. And that's how I
knew that he was a
special child They say, "They never really miss you 'til you're dead or you're gone." So on that note, I'm leaving after this song So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on I
was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves Who made love under the
sycamore tree Which makes me a
more sicker MC, and my momma would claim At 10 pounds, when I
was born, I
didn't give her no pain Although through the
years I
gave her her fair share I
gave her her first real scare, I
made up for birth when I
got here She knows my purpose wasn't purpose; I
ain't perfect, I
care But I
feel worthless 'cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear Now I'm just scratching the
surface 'Cause what's buried under there Was a
kid torn apart once his pop disappeared I
went to school, got good grades, could behave when I
wanted But I
had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted Shawn was a
very shy child growing up. He was into sports, and a
funny story is at 4
he taught himself how to ride a
bike. A
two-wheeler at that, isn't that special? But I
noticed a
change in him when me and my husband broke up Now, all the
teachers couldn't reach me And my momma couldn't beat me Hard enough to match the
pain of my pops not seeing me So, with that disdain in my membrane Got on my pimp game; fuck the
world, my defense came Then DeHaven introduced me to the
game Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine, I'm a
hustler now My gear is in and I'm in the
in-crowd And all the
wavy light-skinned girls is loving me now My self-esteem went through the
roof, man, I
got my swag Got a
Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged Plus I
hit my momma with cash from a
show that I
had Supposedly, knowing nobody paid Jaz wack-ass I'm getting ahead of myself; by the
way, I
could rap But that came second to me moving this crack "Gimme a
second, I
swear," I
would say about my rap career 'Til '96 came, niggas, I'm here; goodbye! Shawn used to be in the
kitchen, beating on the
table and rapping until the
wee hours of the
morning. And then I
bought him a
boom box, and his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts. But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble Goodbye to the
game, all the
spoils, the
adrenaline rush Your blood boils you in the
spot, knowing cops could rush And you in a
drop, you're so easy to touch No two days are alike except the
first and fifteenth, pretty much And "trust" is a
word you seldom hear from us Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up And the
drought will define a
man when the
well dries up You learn the
worth of water without work You thirst 'til you die, yup! And niggas get tied up for product And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up To show mothers they really got 'em And this was the
stress I
lived with 'Til I
decided to try this rap shit for a
living, I
pray I'm forgiven For every bad decision I
made, every sister I
played 'Cause I'm still paranoid to this day And it's nobody's fault, I
made the
decisions I
made This is the
life I
chose, or rather, the
life that chose me If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I
fade to black If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I
fade to black Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I
fade to black If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I
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