How I Got Over
The Roots Lyrics


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Uh, uh-huh

Out in the streets where I grew up
First thing they teach us, 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 out with a hand out, but nobody give a fuck
Out here in these streets every man is for himself
They ain't helpin' no one else, it's a hazard to your health
Livin' life in these cold streets
Hey, who's worryin' 'bout you, babe
When you whylin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets?

Out in the streets where I grew up (how I got over)
First thing they teach us 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 or make me stronger
I feel like I can't take too much longer
It's too much lyin' and too much flyin'
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 un-admired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired
Of livin' in the hood where the shots are fired
We dyin' to live, so to live we dyin'
You just like I am

Out on the streets where I grew up (how I got over)
First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck (how I got over)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (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 they mind
Is there anyway to find
Are we runnin' out of time out here?
Listen
Hey, who's worryin' 'bout you, babe
When you whylin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets?

Out on the streets where I grew up (how I got over)
First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck (how I got over)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to care

Out in the streets where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care
Out in the streets where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care
Out in the streets where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck




That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care

Overall Meaning

The Roots's "How I Got Over" is a powerful and poignant song about the struggle for survival in disadvantaged communities. The song captures the essence of growing up in the streets, where the first lesson one learns is not to care too much about anything, lest one be hurt. The lyrics convey a deep sense of despair and hopelessness that can be all-consuming, especially when one is young and alone in a world that doesn't seem to care.


The song speaks to an audience that knows firsthand what it means to grow up in difficult circumstances, where the only way to survive is to adopt a tough and uncaring exterior. The repeated refrain, "Someone has to care," is a plea for help that goes unanswered in a world where self-preservation is the only law. The song speaks of the harsh reality of life and death in the streets, where violence and poverty are everyday occurrences that shape a person's character and outlook on life.


The song is an authentic expression of the African American struggle for survival in America, where systemic racism, poverty, and violence are everyday realities for many people. The Roots's "How I Got Over" is a powerful song that speaks to the heart of the human experience, and its message is as relevant today as it was when the song was first written.


Line by Line Meaning

Out in the streets where I grew up
The place where I was raised


First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
From the onset, we're programmed not to care


That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Such an attitude is unproductive


Someone has to care
A caring person is needed to effect change


How I got over where the people come apart
A story of how I overcame despite the unruly environment


Don't nobody care about you; only thing you got is God
In such streets, nobody's got your back besides a higher power


Out here in these streets if you get down on your luck
If you're stranded here


You can stand out with a hand out, but nobody give a fuck
Nobody's going to lend a helping hand


Out here in these streets every man is for himself
All are concerned about themselves alone


They ain't helpin' no one else; it's a hazard to your health
Assisting anyone might be detrimental to you


Livin' life in these cold streets
Life here is difficult and unrelenting


When you whylin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets?
Who's looking out for you when you're caught up in these situations?


Yo, when you on the corner, it's too much drama
Being on the street corner brings untold troubles


Livin' with the police right behind ya
Being under constant police surveillance


Before I go back to the Heavenly Father
Before I die and go to heaven


Pray for me if it ain't too much bother
Ask for divine intervention


Whatever don't break me or make me stronger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger


I feel like I can't take too much longer
Life here is taxing and takes a toll on me


It's too much lyin' and too much flyin'
Too much falsehood and hustle going on


I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin'
I'm exhausted because I've been crying for years


They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin'
I'm not interested in their schemes


They tryin' to convince me that I ain't tryin'
They insist that I'm not working hard enough


We uninspired, we un-admired
We lack drive and hardly garner any attention


And tired and sick of being sick and tired
We're drained and weary of feeling fatigued


Of livin' in the hood where the shots are fired
Living in the ghetto where gunshots are a common sound


We dyin' to live, so to live we dyin'
We're desperately trying to live, but the environment is killing us slowly


Someone has to care
Someone has to take the initiative and show concern


And I swear it isn't fair
It's unjust


In suspended animation, we ain't tryin' to go nowhere
We're stagnant and not making progress


Out here in these streets
In this environment


We're so young and all alone
We're young and isolated


We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own
We're too young to understand how alone we are


Where it's like they lost they mind
The place is insane


Is there anyway to find
Is there hope for us?


Are we runnin' out of time out here?
Are we running out of time?


Someone has to care
Someone has to take the initiative and show concern


Out in the streets where I grew up
The place where I was raised


First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
From the onset, we're programmed not to care


That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Such an attitude is unproductive


Someone has to care
A caring person is needed to effect change


Out in the streets where I grew up
The place where I was raised


First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
From the onset, we're programmed not to care


That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Such an attitude is unproductive


Someone has to care
A caring person is needed to effect change


Out in the streets where I grew up
The place where I was raised


First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
From the onset, we're programmed not to care


That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Such an attitude is unproductive


Someone has to care
A caring person is needed to effect change




Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Hunter, Ahmir K. Thompson, Jeremy James Grenhart, Karl B. Jenkins, Rick Friedrich, Tarik L. Collins

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