Comin' From Where I am From-Anthony Hamliton
Verse 1
Sittin here guess I didn't make bail
Got time and a story to tell
Started when I was nine years old
Woke up my daddy was gone
I started hustlin they couldn't tell me nothin
Frontin in the hood tryin to be somebody
My soul was on empty
I was searchin for something
Pre-chorus
Tried to be good; Tried to keep from trouble
Livin too fast; Tryin to make good on a hustle
chorus
Sometimes it gets rough
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Times got hard
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Some times you gotta walk to work yeah
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt
Verse 2
Wasn't really lookin guess I found it
Five foot three, light brown skin
Comin from the university
Nice style, lookin kinda lovely
Didn't know she had much game
Down to ride out, even take the train
Even took her to a poker game
She's top notch from fried chicken to sushi
Pre chorus
Tried to be good, I tried tried to treat you like a lady
Tried to be a friend, turned out that you were shady
chorus
Sometimes it gets lonely
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Thangs aint what they seem to be
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you get a little angry
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you get the best of me
Bridge
Well, tried to be good I tried
Wanted nothing but to love somebody
Didn't wanna die young
Steady hustlin tryin to feed my family
Too scared to have kids
And do like daddy did
Cuz I'm so scared of failin
Sometimes it gets hard
Comin from where I'm from
chorus
Comin from where I'm, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta moan
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta cry a little bit louder
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta fight the pain
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta walk alone
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you get a little worried
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you get lost outta touch
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes I think I pray a little bit too much
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes I get a little scared
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes I get a little scared
Sometimes I get a little scared
Here's something: I've only told one person. I used to be a cocaine, crystal meth junkie and an alcoholic. Yes the 16 girl you all know...and *some of you* love was an addict. But can you blame me for it? I mean...I've been through... a s**t load in 16 years and at age 13 I guess I just caved in and started doing drugs. First it was heroine, then it was meth, and then it was cocaine and alcohol and after trying all that I don't know how i've managed to keep my brain-cells. But here I am, standing, rotting away on the inside, dying away little by little in my soul, open wounds that never seem to heal, scars that leave ugly reminders, and as damaged as I am...I still manage to find the friends I can cling to, love, and support.
You'd think that after all that's happened I would have run away. And many times its occurred to me that I should. But I realized that I'd have no where to go, and I'd lose all of you as my friends, and I'd end up dying on the streets looking for a place to belong. And that's all I've ever really wanted...a place where I am myself, a place where I don't hide everything, a place where I feel like I am needed. I can only hope in time that I am given I can find that place, and stay there forever.
Verse 1
Sittin here guess I didn't make bail
Got time and a story to tell
Started when I was nine years old
Woke up my daddy was gone
I started hustlin they couldn't tell me nothin
Frontin in the hood tryin to be somebody
My soul was on empty
I was searchin for something
Pre-chorus
Tried to be good; Tried to keep from trouble
Livin too fast; Tryin to make good on a hustle
chorus
Sometimes it gets rough
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Times got hard
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Some times you gotta walk to work yeah
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt
Verse 2
Wasn't really lookin guess I found it
Five foot three, light brown skin
Comin from the university
Nice style, lookin kinda lovely
Didn't know she had much game
Down to ride out, even take the train
Even took her to a poker game
She's top notch from fried chicken to sushi
Pre chorus
Tried to be good, I tried tried to treat you like a lady
Tried to be a friend, turned out that you were shady
chorus
Sometimes it gets lonely
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Thangs aint what they seem to be
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you get a little angry
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you get the best of me
Bridge
Well, tried to be good I tried
Wanted nothing but to love somebody
Didn't wanna die young
Steady hustlin tryin to feed my family
Too scared to have kids
And do like daddy did
Cuz I'm so scared of failin
Sometimes it gets hard
Comin from where I'm from
chorus
Comin from where I'm, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta moan
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta cry a little bit louder
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta fight the pain
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you gotta walk alone
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you get a little worried
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes you get lost outta touch
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes I think I pray a little bit too much
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes I get a little scared
Comin from where I'm from, I'm from
Sometimes I get a little scared
Sometimes I get a little scared
Here's something: I've only told one person. I used to be a cocaine, crystal meth junkie and an alcoholic. Yes the 16 girl you all know...and *some of you* love was an addict. But can you blame me for it? I mean...I've been through... a s**t load in 16 years and at age 13 I guess I just caved in and started doing drugs. First it was heroine, then it was meth, and then it was cocaine and alcohol and after trying all that I don't know how i've managed to keep my brain-cells. But here I am, standing, rotting away on the inside, dying away little by little in my soul, open wounds that never seem to heal, scars that leave ugly reminders, and as damaged as I am...I still manage to find the friends I can cling to, love, and support.
You'd think that after all that's happened I would have run away. And many times its occurred to me that I should. But I realized that I'd have no where to go, and I'd lose all of you as my friends, and I'd end up dying on the streets looking for a place to belong. And that's all I've ever really wanted...a place where I am myself, a place where I don't hide everything, a place where I feel like I am needed. I can only hope in time that I am given I can find that place, and stay there forever.
