(Rell begins to sing)
I'm.............just a child... of the ghettoooooo......


*beat begins*


(Me)

Some say we act childish, but what y'all expect??/
ain't no childhoods, just child-hoods bitter from years of tha tears & neglect/
Robbin mother fuckers of they gear for respect, power based on trends rocked/
young girls' legs cocked, parental age dropped, stress's hard to fend off/
Niggas send shots & spend clocks, end thoughts of tha future/
tha trauma bends blocks, friends drop, dead haunt tha shooter/
Red dots is tutors, learn fast to remain hidden/
pain given, days livin followed closely by a flame-prison/
Slain vision?...hardly, but if looks could kill nothin'd change/
still only tha blind would be innocent, ignorant just tha same/
Learn to trust in aim, it's yo mind that cheats on you/
playin tricks, tha brain's a bitch, even yo heart lives to beat on you/
Eyes tend to speak on you, betray yo true feelins/
wheel-spin up tha street 'll disrupt yo sleep & unglue "villians"/
So who's willin, better yet able (Abel) to look Cane in tha eye?/
feel tha shame of yo pride & accept that you were made just to die...


(rell sings the chorus)
Though its haaard in this ghetto... dont you let go...cause the (change gonna cooooome) Yeeeah... said the change gonna cooome.... tho you tiiiired of waiting.... tho be patient.... cause the (change gonna cooooome)



(Me)

Prayin to god behavin my pride while facin the odds...
As the world turns searchin for guiding lights in these days of our lives..
And All My Children, brothers and sisters keep stayin alive...
Cause times continue to fuckin ruffin like its david inside....
Poverty's real from sleepin in cardboard boxes and group homes...
While your worries are if your car doors locked and news on...
We speak the struggle by ear like loops in instrumentals...
Words vivid on the page but confused by pens and pencils...
This for my niggas locked up for robin hoods from merry men...
Puttin food on tables wit shoppin goods from dairy bins...
Forgive me for my sins I knock on wood but its very thin...
Feelin like I'm in a box or a hood to get buried in..
I'm from a place where my sunny days become dark nights...
The Hard life like twenty four seven days of bar fights...
My alarm clocks consisted of gun shots....
You glamorize what I see thru project windows but thats where the fun stops...


(Rell sings chorus)
Tho its haaard when you settled.... wit no income.... but change gone be steady comin iiin.....I need a change to come.... I know I'm tireeed... of the waiting... aint gont no patience... cause I dont think a change is gonna cooooome.......please tell me wheeen.... oh hoo hooo....

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