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Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my sank
Ghetto in the way I
my troubles, my shit don't stink
Ghetto in the way I
me groove, Imma sing my blues
Ghetto in the way I

My auntie give God the glory
Shot by the book
Never heard one of grandfather's
sadness, constant mourning
22 grandkids, one
Turn the stove on cause we done with
workers don't want sons with fathers
When they visit, people they tongue the hardest
Magnet programs,
Illinois, Texas,
Half a drum, half accordian
Eagle, phoenix, dragon,
Native American,
of black bones and rare obsidian
10 feet tall, not of any men
blow up but will not go flat
They do not jack
They try to ask the why the pot so black
Maybe in the middle but I got yo back

Secret in america
Wrote it all just to tear it up
What if there's a god but it's of us?
if there's a god but it's scared of us?
So pairing up
just sit there and stare at us
What if there's a god but scared of us?
What if there's a god but they of us?

My nose
My eyes
that I
Don't
I'm fly
I'm big
And I did everything
I did
And I'm a kid
And I'm old
I my blood in a Jello mold
And fold
To the nth
Too
Too
In suspension
Late for
Cause I awake
I go to church
But they a plate
We say a word
they debate
Or whether god
Or whether Masons pray to an
Cause I got the
The abyss
Of the knowledge is
I the angles
How they
particles do not commit, come on

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
Ghetto in the way I
Hide my troubles my don't stink
in the way I talk