Author Topic: In The Ghetto (Read 154 times)

QuietTruth · « **on:** January 31, 2007, 03:54:20 PM »

Remix. I wrote so many verses to this shit.

But this is off the top of the dome cuz I'm bored.

(Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)
Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life)

Look around and tell me what you see one timeee
Besides crack feens and niggas on the grind
Look at the brighter sidee
Lil niggas playin basketball on the court wit no rims or nets
Riding bikes around the WHOLE complex
A boy on the run, a cop behind
A father's pain, a mother's cry
People always ask why you love this life?
Homie if everythang is easy it just isn't right
Garbage on the ground and the smell of pizza slices
Bubble gum, ice cream trucks and flavored ices
Stampede of feet when there's a fight up in hereee
Drug addicts at the corners rockin shirts that say D.A.R.E.
You may never understand the aspects of what people do
Wet wash cloth on your forehead when you got the flu
Knockin' at the neighbors door, 'yo you got some coffee?'
'Mom can I have a dollar, I hear Mr. Softy.'
Domestic violence in the middle of the street
Food Stamps come the 2nd of the month means we can eat
Sunday mass for church folks but Sunday visits to see pops
On the forth of July picnics for the whole block
Maybe you hear a pop shot or maybe a bang
But living in the ghetto is a beautiful thang
Gotta love it

$:-\$