Tytuł: Ghetto Child

• Wykonawca: Benzino
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[Intro: Bobby Brown]
  Yo, this is B Brown
  We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right
  Two times
  
  [Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown)
  Eye for an eye (Ghetto, ghetto)
  Strong will survive (Yeah, yeah)
  Everyday struggle to stay alive
  Look deep inside (My ghetto child)
  Bet cha wanna ride
  Ghetto child gon learn to fly (Ghetto child)
  
  [Bobby Brown]
  Now being born in the ghetto, it's hard, believe me
  Not just a job, anything ain't easy
  You go through rough times, you go through hard times
  And times even tougher than that
  But what I got is a mans best friend
  I know I'll fail staying in a house that your bed shield
  Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride
  Only bulletproof is if you don't need outside
  It's a living hell, you got to be the guy
  Cause if not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide
  Peer pressure pounds and if you ain't stressful
  You got to be live-full
  Black to feed the back
  Never second guess a professor
  Your not see-through, your not even equal
  But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes]
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  
  [Mr. Gzus]
  Let me explain to you, un-hunh, some game is the truth
  Mainly I speak to the youth
  I used to hustle drugs with a crew
  I was young and green and hungry, what's a nigga to do?
  We used to smoke weed on the roof and let the ions loose
  While shorty saw us off the ninety proof
  Lost to the streets
  Loved to rhyme so throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete
  At the same time I gots ta eat
  Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete
  Unaware of the heat, there's was def from cheek to cheek
  No sleep for two weeks stated all kinds of beef
  Been through hell and back before I was grown
  No pops to teach me to how spread my wings and fly, I did that on my own
  Made it this far and I'ma keep goin
  Y'all ain't knowin, I'm still here and keep growin, from a ghetto child
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  
  [Bobby Brown]
  It ain't nothing about hits
  It's about these grits
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
  Born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the...
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto
  Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
  Don't make it up, don't make it up
  
  [Chorus 2x]