Chee Malabar — Gotta Live lyrics

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You gotta live, you gotta strive, gotta keep, keep on
You gotta live you gotta strive, gotta keep, keep on
You gotta live you gotta strive, for another day
Chee Malabar:
25 years old, sittin' on a clear cold/day on his stoop with a blunt in his
earlobe/peers stroll past and he wonders where’d the years go/dear old mama
said praise God and be fearful/ …instead he slang rocks near school/first and
fifteenth, homey gotta go see a fool/clear two, three thou a week,
that’s a mere pull/package is done, fiends flyin' like a leer do/…and he ain’t
tryin' to hear you/fear who? the FEDS? Their rules he don’t adhere to/hustle
hard on the streets, at home he’s cheerful/…another day he persevered through/a
year to the day his baby died and year two/nears full speed up ahead but his
dear boo/lies near death on her bed as he tells her so tearful/…yeah we’ll
persevere through
Chee Malabar
You gotta live, you gotta strive, gotta keep, keep on
You gotta live you gotta strive, gotta keep, keep on
You gotta live you gotta strive, for another day