Текст песни Brand Nubian f Starr - Still Livin` in the Ghetto
Brand Nubian f Starr - Still Livin` in the Ghetto слова песни
Yeah (yeah..)Yo this goes out (this goes out..)To all the ghettos around the world (all the ghettos around the world..)If you strugglin (you strugglin..)And your surroundings are shitty (surroundings are shitty..)It`s a good chance that`s where you live[Chorus 2X: Starr]Still livin in the ghettoAfter all this time, through all the climbStill livin in the ghettoDon`t let it take your mind{"raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival"}[Lord Jamar]Yo I was born here, my momma was born hereHer momma was born here, my father was born hereAnd his father was born here, and we all here, livin in fearMy peers are either dead or in prison for yearsHow many generations, get caught, in a perpetuationof poverty, robbery becomes a occupationLook around, it`s pure desolationAnd desperation, feel the sweat, from the persperationSee it`s hot in hell`s kitchen, a lot fell victimEveryday we in a fight, how can we beat the system?All this time got out mind conditionedWe find solace in religion, Muslim or ChristianWe bow down on our knees and hope somebody listeninBut all we promised for narcotics is a drug convictionEvery day is like Russian rouletteIt`s the next century and we ain`t got shit yet y`all[Chorus][Grand Puba]Uhh, when will it go away, when will there be a dayThat we all got paper just to throw awayWhen will the tables turn, when will the devils burnWhen will the time come when seeds be the main concernA hungry man is a angry manGotta freak some type of plan to get some {?} up in the handsSee life is like a hustle and it`s colder than a whore`s heartBut when you comin from the ghetto that`s a rough startBy the time you 12, you know the street life very wellStuck in hell, neighborhoods are one big holdin cellThe hood life nevertheless been a good lifeBut should life constantly consist of stress and strifeThey don`t play us, cause they know we represent peaceAnd they don`t no peace, they want us killin with a pieceOr up North with some grease, with a photograph of some peepsJust lettin us slug it out, `til we all become deceased[Chorus][Sadat X]Jean the dopefiend who keep all her cars cleanAnd Mr. Mack who smoke cracks on the weekendThat music upstairs is comin from the Puerto RicansArabs sellin guns in the storeNigerians pump the diesel yo, that`s so rawCornerbound Dominicans play the block in the daytimeWith names like Jose, Plantano, or ReyesMe and you grow or as a result stay as, avictim of block day, an hour earlierhe fought with his fists now the nigga layin twistedSwirlin smoke your girl and coke and gunsThe Sherling coat, that you bought for you and your sunscan be replaced, but you could get lacedOh they hit him in the face, it was awful, terrible for his familyto see him laid like that, said he was comin right backIt was fast, seen the fire, heard the blast[Chorus] - 2X