The Ghetto Songtext / Lyric

Darkness falls when the cold air hits the ghetto streets

Many are called by few are chosen

Who's to say that when life will deal you the deck of cards

Will you have on your poker face?

Block dark as it's ever been

Young and strong off rock and tying the heroin

And when they fix ain't around larceny settles in

That's when the ground opens up and coffins shuffled in

Ain't nobody getting money

Trying to suppress their poverty by getting high

Some search the bottle for what they can't find in God

An empty stomach and a gun equals homicide

Some take the day in stride, praying that the night will change

Grandma searching for the answers in her Bible page

Ain't nothing worse on a ears than a crying mother

Seeing her baby dying, stretched in a ghetto gutter

Murders ruled out they say it's self suicide

Smoking dicks drying to drift to the other side

They say he's in a better place where he'll feel no pain

You'll soon know the truth when they dig your grave

Out my window I see poverty (out my window)

Youth is dying, feels like death just follows me

Most folks chase a high to escape reality in the ghetto (just follows me)

I this ghetto, oooh, whoooa...

This fucking recession got everybody stuck broke

This shit depressing, everybody cut-throat

If you ain't spending 45 large on the whole joint

You're forced to buy 9 hard compressed from a small point

Neighbours look weary

At the young bucks who just pop pills or smoke airy

To niggas with one package on one corner going to war with one ratchet

The young bucks catch cases

Ramming on their afters

Let their man jam them for the package

All they want is sneaker money

A Breitling and a Grand Marquise

A fresh pair of trees and some V-neck Ts

... they done with a gun and squeeze

Til the cops box them in

Caught him with a Glock and ten

Now they on state roll, cold locking in

Calling home every chance he get

Making when I get home threats

Young buck the street don't stop

Niggas selling whipped up rock

Try to switch they hustle to weed,

the tree won't pop

There's just more of it, this shit don't end

I seen niggas lose they life playing dice and skin

They'll get the same money over

There's a war going on outside nobody's safe from

You either make a way or take one

Yeah, I just know what I know

Out my window I see poverty (out my window)

Youth is dying, feels like death just follows me

Most folks chase a high to escape reality in the ghetto (just follows me)

I this ghetto, oooh, whoooa...

Out my window I see poverty (out my window)

Youth is dying, feels like death just follows me

Most folks chase a high to escape reality in the ghetto (just follows me)

I this ghetto, oooh, whoooa...