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Tytuł: Ghetto Child

  • Wykonawca: Mystikal
  • Wy¶wietleń: 277
[Master P]
  It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
  Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
  
  Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
  Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
  
  [Chorus]
  Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
  Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
  Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
  Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
  
  I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
  I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change
  My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
  And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
  I done seen little kids in the projects starving
  I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin
  See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
  But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines
  And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
  Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
  And the media starting east and west coast wars
  I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all
  Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
  But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up
  Gave us three halves and high interest student loans
  Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Mystikal]
  It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
  when you want to do it
  Ain't to many niggas out there living like that
  That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it
  How many niggas in the penn
  how many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?
  How many strikes y'all niggas need
  How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?
  WHY!!!! Why you gotta make your momma cry?
  HUH!!!! She take you out of the street
  cause that's where you gonna die
  But you won't listen cause your mind is one track
  and your head is hard
  And your getting flipped, and your talking back
  Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall
  Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
  but that's far and all
  And sore and all, it's cool when it started off
  Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs
  Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow
  Living in a messed up time, a messed up court
  I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more!
  It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands
  that's why I'm praying to God
  Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water
  Cause it's your world, and we your children
  your sons and your daughters
  We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto
  trying to make it to mars!!!
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Silkk The Shocker]
  Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
  Wishing I can change, I've been through so much
  Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain
  The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
  But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies
  I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days
  Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries aint that far away
  Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel
  like our people scared to stand there
  The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers
  But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
  Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
  See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug
  If I had to draw a picture of my life
  I have to paint my picture in blood
  Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this
  Get you something cause cemetaries
  packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich
  So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard
  To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions
  When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream
  I like to scream when I came home from jail
  When I was told best friend turned into a fiend
  I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes
  Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive
  They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop
  I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby
  Congratulations, she on rocks
  
  [Chorus 2X]