Текст песни Mystikal - Ghetto Child
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[Master P]It`s crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)Yo mama I`m tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I`m just a ghetto child trying to make itUhhhhhh! I`m just a ghetto child trying to make it[Chorus]Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazyMamma, won`t you pray for your baby?Uhhhhhh! I`m just a ghetto child trying to make itMamma, I`m just a ghetto child trying to make itI feel like a bird nigga with no wingsI`m stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little changeMy homies killing up each other cause we gotta eatAnd I ain`t tripping cause I`m running from the policeI done seen little kids in the projects starvingI done seen more hoes messing then MarvinSee in the ghetto the sun it barely shinesBut so many niggas in jail and the welfare linesAnd all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the countryUntil I found out Bill Gates had all the moneyAnd the media starting east and west coast warsI`m from the south, where they predijuce on us allCome out of the powdered milk and eggs don`t fill us upBut why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us upGave us three halves and high interest student loansFour dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it homeChorus x2[Mystikal]It`s real when you can do whatever you want to dowhen you want to do itAin`t to many niggas out there living like thatThat`s why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through itHow many niggas in the pennhow many niggas in the cemetary don`t know why?How many strikes y`all niggas needHow many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?WHY!!!! Why you gotta make your momma cry?HUH!!!! She take you out of the streetcause that`s where you gonna dieBut you won`t listen cause your mind is one trackand your head is hardAnd your getting flipped, and your talking backShowing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wallLemme talk to y`all, don`t think it`s too hard to fallbut that`s far and allAnd sore and all, it`s cool when it started offNow niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballsNiggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high`s gonna growLiving in a messed up time, a messed up courtI`m telling ya, you can`t do shit no more!It`s bigger than us, it`s out of our handsthat`s why I`m praying to GodOh heavenly father, keep my head above the waterCause it`s your world, and we your childrenyour sons and your daughtersWe struggling, trying to get out of the ghettotrying to make it to mars!!!Chorus x2[Silkk The Shocker]Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this gameWishing I can change, I`ve been through so muchSeen so many things, couldn`t find the words to explainThe only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but IBut I can`t get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemiesI`ve seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder daysPenetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries aint that far awayBefore I die I`m trying to make the whole world feellike our people scared to stand thereThe way we express ourself, they think that we all some killersBut look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the streetGo to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the policeSee now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thugIf I had to draw a picture of my lifeI have to paint my picture in bloodClosest homie died, before he die little cousin told me thisGet you something cause cemetariespacked full of niggas who had dreams to be richSo keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hardTo tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millionsWhen I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dreamI like to scream when I came home from jailWhen I was told best friend turned into a fiendI aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyesOf course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I`m just trying to surviveThey cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stopI got a positive note, my auntie having a babyCongratulations, she on rocksChorus 2X