Ghetto Commission

Ghetto Commission - How Could You Blame Us lyrics

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(feat. Fiend)



[Fiend singing the chorus]

How can you blame us? when we aint know no better

trying to survive out here in cold cold whether

shited a nigga got to live and that's what i did. [x2]



[Fiend]

I grew up in New Orleans in the night house

now what that meant it was understood to have ya light out

the right route is to sat about the daily worker

make a mask out ya shirt and ask God let cha hit em where it hurt

made no mistakes seconds givin to few now what you do?

is survive by the rule like you was born givin 2

I miss you like Aaron Hall if I aint coming home with it all

I wanted to flip before I crawled before it painted me on the wall

now can it all be so simple like pistol to the temple?

I wanted to free my nigga soulja slim in a 600 benz limo

until then folk ima heat my pockets cause its cold at cheer

hustlin so are people don't ever have to grow old at cheer.



[chorus x2]



[Doeleeo]

They judge us for the shit that we do but don't live where we live

yeah true the streets guide me but I do it all for the kids

you say hustlin aint the answer without me asking no question

cause you know kids got to eat and I know we need a place to live in

driven to have much more than what my people had

I remember uncelebrated birtdays when I think about the past

kids need mo then that that's why I safest myself on the cross

to feel joy in my child heart so I do my dirt

choppin rocks on the kitchen table playin it how it go

cause the little one's aint able (dog) to fin for they self

in the jungle full of Predators I call em haters

cause they constantly hatin on us.



[chorus x2]



[Hollow way]

I put myself in a speciation where another life depends on me

falling as i learn the meaning of responablitys

look at me im just a ghetto child with nothing to lose

plus the game aint got no rules when you trying to make a move

got sedated by the fast life cause that nigga on the corner

got big paid last night another nigga died last night

another murder charge another nigga doing life

I bet you they was in my shoes doing the same thang jackin

and slangin cane cause they family needed change

im in the game trying to leave lord I aint lying

but I got to provied or die trying ya heard.



[chorus x2]
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