Would you like to go with me, down my dead end street?
Would you like to come with me, to village ghetto life?
Let me tell you bout the village where I dwell, its a...
Living hell still tryin to make a heaven outta this right here
Watching fo the postman hopin fo paper
Please stop the bus mister driver, wait up we got...
Rock fights where the dead end meets
The stop lights is out so its dead in the streets
The countyline look long, but Im kinda hungry
So I pack a sack lunch, and got on
Late for class again, its half past 10
And moms gonna whoop ma ass again
Now and then I get the feelin that the world is mine
I start sittin back watchin time fly by
But uh, Im so proud to say
That the ghetto is the reason that Im loud today
And you come get a glimpse of whats happenin
See for yourself how it is where I live at
It shouldnt take long to see, the place that belongs to me
Its all good, aint nothin like home to me
No Diplomas but I, got some knowledge out of
My other partners that made it up outta here
And now not a whole lot of us get rich
But like the old saying goes "Aint life a bitch?"
Ah shit, the Landlord just raised the rent, fuck that!
Dem old days that came and went like this
Theres more ways you can use your time instead of
Looking for shit that you used to find
By the age of 16 ya finally come to grips
Livin life like this and nothin else mean shit
Looking for a smooth getaway
Cool, cuz soon Ill see a better day
And if not - then I gots to deal with it
I aint makin this, up hell naw its real nigga
No more suprises hopin I can open your eyes
And so Im trying, instead of lookin up in the sky
Im in the fast lane speed dreaming
Nappin on cruise control please believe it!
In my city when you see it at night, look different than it does in the day
Aint no tellin whatd happen if it wasnt this way
I aint trippin off of shit its a good thing
I made a name off the local neighborhood gang
And at that time I started rhyming
And, set up a hill without help to start climbing
And Ive been around this for a minute
You gotta get your own mix and get wit it
I made myself, learn to pay myself
Nigga the game dont wait so Ima stay myself
And now you can go and tell another nigga
On how the real ones is livin in the ghetto
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