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Livin` in the Ghetto

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* send correction to the typist[Verse 1]We went from kings and queens, to prostitutes and murderersThe angels with the Book of Life never even heard of usHow can we regenerate our salvation?Some niggaz worshippin` the weed we blazin`, my cheddar cheese chasin`For money they live as sacrificial lambsA life diminished over grams and the government don`t give a damnSo I keep a gat on my waistline to blast snitchesEmpty the clip and don`t waste time for cash richesA robbery gone sour we split his wigAnd the victim was a family man with six kidsIt`s a dirty game, a twisted lottery in povertyA firearm is the only sense of technologyIt`s surely a shame for crumbs we blood spillBut by law of God under no circumstance shall niggaz killYet it`s still with my comrades, I`mma let my gun blastBreakin` for cash clutchin` fast to my crumb stash[Chorus]I`m livin` in the ghetto, it`s so hard livin in the ghettoLivin` in the ghetto, livin` in the ghettoLivin` in the ghetto is hardLivin` in the ghetto`s hard, hard, so hard[Verse 2]If I abandon my bad habits and don`t live as a mad savageI`d live abundantly out-running my early casketTimes are tragic on the front linesThe devil knows our pressure points as he connects us with his punch linesRely on my roots of Christ I`m a troopCounteractin` the spirit of a lie with the truthThe cause is probable, to a knowledge I`m unstoppableIn any name of Christ nigga nothin` is impossibleFather your presence is required in the line of fireSomewhat as an alcoholic slippin` off the typewriterWishin` to get rid of his drinkin` desireBut when times get hard it makes him feel fifty pounds lighterAnd who am I if I be judgemental?When I engage in D.U.I. or weed and alcoholic influentialIt ain`t that simple, drugs got us crooked and dementalHeaded straight to hell puttin` guns to our own temple[Chorus][Verse 3]I got a mind with no screws, the grind is the tool to make itI get on the move and take it, stick to the basicsWe drunken and mentally faded, anticipatedThey comin` up with currency in presidential facesThe streets have got me so hot from clockin` the not, entrapmentThe corpse will get shot, we scorchin` the block, what happened?Shit nobody knows a dead body floats in waterThen shrivel up and decompose a week after the slaughterIt`s an everyday thing the game is deranged and twistedBut back to the brain and calm the untamed,?I`m lifted?It`s keepin` me sane cause fakers remain to kick itA president should make them a statistic, yeah them bitchesBut instead I just pray and puff on the hay and meditateCherish the day and never astray I`ll escalateSmall time niggaz be tryin to brawl but they feather weightThen I`m forced to kill their ass leave `em in the Everglades[Chorus]

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