The Roots are one of my all-time favorite bands, and likely one of many other people’s favorites as well. They have a new album coming out around the beginning of October titled “How I Got Over.” The first song from the album has the same title…How I Got Over lyrics are below, and the song as a video. Once they come out with an official video, I’ll replace the one below with the official one:
“How I Got Over” Song & Video
How I Got Over Lyrics – The Roots
Out in the streets
Where I grew up
First thing they teach you
is not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere,
Someone has to care.
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 up
With a hand out
But nobody give a fuck.
Out here in these streets,
every man is for himself.
They ain’t helpin’ noone else,
It’s a hazard to your health.
Livin’ life in these cold streets.
(Hey) Whose worryin’ ‘bout you babe
When you wilin’ out?
Runnin’ around in these streets.
Out in the streets
Where I grew up
(How I got over)
First thing they teach you
is not to give a fuck.
(How I got over)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere, (How I got over)
Someone has to care. (Yo)
When you on the corner it’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’ll make me stronger
I feel like I can’t take too much longer.
It’s too much lyin’
And too much fryin’
I’m all cried out cause I grew up cryin’
They all got a sales pitch I ain’t buyin’
They tryin’ to convince me that I ain’t tryin’.
We uninspired,
We unadmired,
And tired and sick of being sick and tired.
Of living in the hood where the shots are fired
We dyin’ to live, so to live we dyin’.
You just like I am.
Out in the streets (Uh)
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach you
is not to give a fuck. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to care. (Somebody’s gotta care)
And I swear it isn’t fair,
In suspended animation
We ain’t tryin’ to 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 their mind
Is there anyway to find?
are we runnin’ out of time out here?
Listen,
hey,
Who’s worryin’ about you babe
When you wilin’ out?
Runnin’ ’round in these streets.
Out in the streets
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach you
is not to give a fuck. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to…
Out in the streets
Where I grew up
First thing they teach you
is not to give a fuck.
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere
Someone has to…
Out in the streets
Where I grew up
First thing they teach you
is not to give a fuck.
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere
Someone has to…
Out in the streets
Where I grew up
First thing they teach you
is not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere
Someone has to care.