Life In The Ghetto
I once use to live in a ghetto place where you would have to kill to survive..
..I was like God in a special way had to play with others peoples lives
Now that I know how I use to live was a way of hell and torture to me and you..
..Thugs don’t shed tears, blood is offered as pain and suffer to those who knew
Sipping on colt 45, getting high, notice that in the ghetto everyone dies sometimes..
..Day by day, crime after crime, dime after dime, every day getting high, it aint no lie
But that’s how it is in the place I call ghetto...it’s not my fault I just live in it..
..Blood colliding wit Crips , taking one side is hard but easy for a lethal lunatic
Life In The Ghetto: The Story
This is the real story, that I once lived and don’t have to live mo’ more..
..I use to see kids selling weed in the streets, whores in the sheets, and no open doors
Use to go my the name, that you hear and fear, for yes I didn’t think I would get this near..
..Cuz I use to wear the same old gear, maybe 1,000 times each fucking year
Living in a one room apart, can’t even fit two twin beds in it, it‘s like the God damn space is limited..
..There’s no way in hell you can live in it, still time pass me by and you see me spitting this
Every time I walk out the building, ya feeling, something you have to deal wit..
..Cuz for real bitch, remember that there’s no hope here, ghetto real!! lunatic...bitch!!
Cuz the ghetto is much like quicksand the more you struggle the faster you go down..
..Cuz in the ghetto you’re a laughing stalk just cuz ya the only one reaching for ya dream of holding the crown
Most says no, well I have said yes, thats why you don’t see me in the ghetto no’ more holding my chest..
..Cuz of those who died to survive are now in rest, its a surprise that this is one of God’s own unique test