[C-Murder]

You know I just got outta jail and everything 

and I'm trying to change my life for the better

You know I got kids to feed but I got a question you know 

Where do I go from here?



Chorus  [Sons of Funk]



Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home 

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home 

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone



[C-Murder]

So many rainy days and gun sprays, I'm hearing AK's out my window

Close my shades, let me blaze on this indo

My situation getting sticky, life is green 

I mean I'm 19, and my momma is a dope fiend

And I think about all the hard times we had 

No dad, no time shared, the buster never cared

A little bastard child, going wild, 

Another victim of a broken home, my TRU friend was the chrome

And if it wasn't for bad, I had no luck at all

I represented my hood, I sprayed my name on the wall

Fresh outta jail, and I'm here to see the sun rise another year

But tell me where do we go from here



Chorus  [Sons of Funk]



Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home 

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home 

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone



[Mac]

The ghetto is hot, it's dark, and most of all it's a prison

Most of my niggas serve life sentences, only the few is risen

I made it out the hood but my people still there

Some of them dead, strung out, up in they wheelchair

I still care from a distance

and I know that any day could lead me back to that crimey insistance

I tell the kids be persistent, when they follow they dreams

Ain't no telling what tommorrow brings 

Ain't no time to be wasting, you wanna be a doctor or the patient?

Hesitation can lead to expiration, only God can predict it, 

Where do we go from here, snorting powder, drinking beer

Smokin' crack, killin' our peers, I shed tears



Chorus  [Sons of Funk]



Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home 

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home 

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone



[Silkk]

Where do we go from here, after we all gone

and where do we go after we ain't got no place to call home

Hell I'm just glad to be breathing

?? like I was the projects for a reason

Shit, tell my niggas we gotta live, and some gotta give

Y'all gotta rise above this shit, and turn negatives into positive

Yeah I struggled, but I'ma hustler, and that's self explanatory

So if I die trying, the hood can just tell y'all my story

Niggas seen killings and drug dealings, 

imagine we'd dream through it all

Old ladies ?? through the window, I guess she done seen it all

It's up to you, cause nobody seems to jam with us

We struggled to long at the bottom, nowhere else to go but up



Chorus  [Sons of Funk]



Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home 

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home 

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone