Family Matters (Ft. Harlem Childrens Zone)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Harlem Children's Zone] La la la I think I should wake up I think I wanna live my life And you're just in my way La la la I think I should wake up I think I wanna live my life And you're just in my way [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] Her heart is confidential, she won't bother to discuss it She said if love is real, then why can't I touch it? And all her father says is that he wishes he was there Thought them couple cans of beer would make them problems disappear Feels like she bear the burdens of making the wrong moves Paying the wrong dues, he blames it all on you She got up out of that, and starter caps She packed that bag, and to Chicago where it started at The city, fallen angel cries out for the doves Because she's survivin' man, regardless of where she was Forever seein' life for what it was, saying music made it possible to love When his house got scrubbed at the Arch Hill Diner She left it all behind with nothing present to remind her of her pain Before it went spinnin', runnin' circles down the drain She knows she played the Urkel and it hurts her all the same [Chorus: Harlem Children's Zone] La la la I think I should wake up I think I wanna live my life And you're just in my way La la la I think I should wake up I think I wanna live my life And you're just in my way [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] She's forever in the wrong eyes Don't bother to explain that's how the song cries How you worked a Nine-to-Five to support your children? How you got your money up and stack it to the ceiling? You only messed with one man that lived in your hood How you cooked him chicken, finger lickin' good Misunderstood, cause you lived inside your mother's house And you probably woulda stayed but she was buggin' out And you got kids on the way, with no daddy to admire So she goes to church so she can sit beside the choir Hopefully things will change when the rain storm's through Cause you know you got a son that you can hang on to Magazines hurt your self esteem all the time You keep em shut cause no one knows what's really on your mind You try to find, but you're lost in this world, with a pearl that's rare Nobody else can see it, so you feel that they don't care [Chorus: Harlem Children's Zone] La la la I think I should wake up I think I wanna live my life And you're just in my way La la la I think I should wake up I think I wanna live my life And you're just in my way [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] Never be as fun unless we both care Cause I never threw the ball with my old man Still smilin' even if I die today Try reaching for the heavens but they truly miles away I'm hopin' he would notice if I'm followin' my dreams Or would he shoot 'em down cause it's something he never seen? Thinking I could be the greatest, you let me hold a few I hold it so your heart your holding everything I do Momma turned a knucklehead into believer I know I'll never leave her, so I'm praying through this fever Planned it from the start, I never let it fall I learned I had to get it in, if you don't get it all And so I'm scared to lose it all, but I only wonder If I had a bad fall, then there's always Summer But never son em They understand it now, what I do is what I plan to be Spittin' good rhymes, good times with the family [Outro: Harlem Children's Zone] La la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la