Kanye West - Like Son, Like Mother Rap - Текст песни

[Kanye West]
I walk through the halls of the school and it's cool to be known by many for my rapping ability
But what about the brothers who ain't got it like me
Making money off the trade
You could say I had it made
Drugs are on the rise
And it's not a big surprise
You see no soul in a young brother's eyes
Trying to be hard by the streets, but the streets kinda hard
But here's another factor we wanna disregard
Black-on-black is a stab in my back
It really hurts my soul when I hear about that