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点击复制Ghetto Child - Mystikal/Master p/Silkk 'The Shocker'
It's crazy out here uhhhhhhh
Yo mama I'm trying to keep my head strong what's up Mystikal
Uhhhhhh uhhhhhh I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh this ghetto got me crazy
Mama won't you pray for your baby
Uhhhhhh I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
I feel like a bird ni**a 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 then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out bill gates had all the money
And the media starting east and west coast wars
I'm from the south where they predijuce on us all
Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
But why the government sold us *** and charges to clean us up
Gave us three halves and high interest student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight we call it home
Uhhhhhh this ghetto got me crazy
Mama won't you pray for your baby
Uhhhhhh I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh this ghetto got me crazy
Mama won't you pray for your baby
Uhhhhhh I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
When you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out there living like that
That's why the rest of you niggas ain't never gone through it
How many niggas in the Penn
How many niggas in the cemetary don't know why
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose their lives
Why why you gotta make your moma cry
Huh she take you out of the street
'Cause that's where you gonna die
But you won't listen cause your mind is one track
And your head is hard
And your getting flipped and your talking back
Showing your ashy act a** straight up off the wall
Lemme talk to y'all don't think it's too hard to fall
But that's far and all
And sore and all it's cool when it started off
Now niggas ducking bullets like dodgeballs
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds fear of high's gonna grow
Living in a messed up time a messed up court
I'm telling ya you can't do sh*t no more
It's bigger than us it's out of our hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh heavenly father keep my head above the water
Cause it's your world and we your children
Your sons and your daughters
We struggling trying to get out of the ghetto
Trying to make it to mars
Uhhhhhh this ghetto got me crazy
Mama won't you pray for your baby
Uhhhhhh I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh this ghetto got me crazy
Mama won't you pray for your baby
Uhhhhhh I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Dear mama pray for your son hoping I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change I've been through so much
Seen so many things couldn't find the words to explain
The only way to avoid stress is to get high by drinking Hennessey
But I can't get too high cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times but there gonna be some harder days
Penetentary close but you know what cemetaries ain't that far away
Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel
Like our people scared to stand there
'Cause the way we express ourself they think that we all some killers
Now look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots wake up from the sirens of the police
See now my life ain't been the same ni**a life as a thug
If I had to draw a picture of my life
I have to paint my picture in blood
Closest homie died before he die little cousin told me this
Get you something cause cemetaries
Packed full of niggas 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 gonna grow up to make millions
When I told them they seemed to laugh at my so called dream
I like to scream when I came home from jail
When I was told best friend turned into a fiend
I ain't gonna lie my conscience ain't clear when I close my eyes
But you gotta realize God forgive me I'm just trying to survive
They cut welfare and health care that sh*t gotta stop
I got a positive note my auntie having a baby
Congratulations she on rocks
Uhhhhhh this ghetto got me crazy
Mama won't you pray for your baby
Uhhhhhh I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh this ghetto got me crazy
Mama won't you pray for your baby
Uhhhhhh I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it