Ghetto Child

Its crazy out here, uuhh. Mama I`m trying to keep my head strong
(wzup Mystikal)


Repeat (2X): Uhhhh I`m just a ghetto child trying to make it This ghetto got me crazy Mama won`t you pray for your baby

Master P:

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 than Marvin See in the ghetto the sun, it barely shine But so many niggaz in jail or the welfare line And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country Till I found out Bill Gates had all the money And the media starting east and west coast wars I`m from the south where the prejudice on us all ?? the powder milk and eggs don`t fill us up But why the government sold us drugs and told us to clean it up Gave us rehabs and high interest student loans 4 dollar minimum wage and section 8 we call it home



Its real whenever you can do what you want to, when you gone do it Ain`t too many niggaz out there living like that That`s why the rest of ya`ll niggaz ain`t never gone do it How many niggaz in the pen, how many niggaz in the cemetery don`t know why How many stripes ya`ll niggaz need How many innocent children in the ghetto gotta lose they lives Now tell me WHY!!!, why you gotta make your mama cry HUH!!, she tell you stay out the streets cause that`s when you gone die But you don`t listen cause your mind is wondering and your head is hard And you getting flipped and you talking back, showing your ass, acting straight up off the wall Let me talk to ya`ll don`t take it to hard to fall cause that`s far and all I done saw it all, it was cool when it started it off Now a nigga ducking bullets like dodging ball Niggaz got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of how its gone grow Living in a messed up world in a messed up time I`m telling ya you can`t do shit no more Its bigger than us its outta my hands that`s why I`m praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water Its your world, but we your children, your sons and your daughters We struggling trying to get out the ghetto, they constantly trying to get to malls



Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game Wishing I could change, I been through so much seen so many things Couldn`t find the words to explain Only way to avoid stress to get high by drinking hennessy But I can`t get too high, cause I keep my eyes on my enemies I seen harder times, but its gone be some harder days Penitentiaries close but you know cemeteries ain`t that far away Before I die trying to make the whole world feel us, got people scared to stand near Cause the way I express ourself, they think we all some killers Nah, look through the eyes of this ghetto child grew up by the street Go to sleep to the gunshots wake up, them sirens from the police Now my life ain`t been the same nigga, life as a thug If I had to draw a picture of my life I`ll have to draw my picture in blood Closest homie died, before he died he looked up and told me this Get you something cause cemeteries packed full of niggaz 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 gone grow up to make millions When I told them they seemed to laugh at my so called dream I like to scream but I came home from jail and told me my best friend turned into a fiend I ain`t gone lie my conscious ain`t clear when I close my eyes But you gotta realize dear God I`m forgive me I`m just trying to survive They cut welfare, health care, shit`s gotta stop But I gotta a positive note, my auntie having a baby, congratulations, but she on rocks



Submitted by walter at Wed 02 Jan, 2008 5:49 pm

Author: ?
Composer: ?
Publisher: BMG Music Canada INC.
Published in: 1997
Language: English
Available on: Unpredictable (1997)


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