It's crazy out Yo mama, I'm tryin to keep my strong up Mystikal?
I'm just a ghetto trying to make it I'm just a ghetto child trying to it
This got me crazy Mama, won't you pray for your I'm just a ghetto child trying to it Mama, I'm just a ghetto trying to make it
I feel like a bird with no wings I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to a little change My homies killing up each other 'cause we eat And I ain't 'cause I'm running from the police
I done seen little kids in the starving I done more hoes messing then Marvin See in the ghetto the sun it barely But so many niggas in jail and the welfare
And all my life I Bill Clinton ran the country Until I found out Bill had all the money And the media starting east and west coast I'm the south, where they prejudice on us all
Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't us up But why the government sold us and charges to clean us up Gave us three halves and high interest student dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home
This ghetto got me Mama, won't you for your baby? I'm just a ghetto child to make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto trying to make it
This got me crazy Mama, won't you for your baby? I'm just a child trying to make it Mama, I'm a ghetto child trying to make it
real when you can do whatever you want to do When you to do it Ain't to many niggas out there living like That's why the rest of you niggas ain't gone through it
How many in the pen? How many niggas in the cemetery don't know How many strikes y'all niggas How innocent children in the ghetto got to lose their lives?
Why, why you gotta make momma cry? Huh, she take you out of the that's where you gonna die But you won't listen cause your mind is one
And your head is And your getting flipped, and your talking your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall Lemme to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall But far and all
And sore and all, it's cool when it off Now niggas ducking bullets like dodge Niggas got me to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow Living in a up time, a messed up court
I'm ya, you can't do shit no more bigger than us, it's out of our hands That's why I'm to God Oh heavenly Father, keep my head above the
'Cause it's Your world and we your sons and Your daughters We struggling, to get out of the ghetto to make it to mars!!!
This ghetto got me Mama, won't you pray for your I'm just a child trying to make it Mama, I'm just a child trying to make it
This got me crazy Mama, won't you pray for baby? I'm just a child trying to make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child trying to it
mama, pray for your son Hoping I can make it through game I can change, I've been through so much Seen so many things, find the words to explain
The only way to stress is to get high By drinking Hennessey but I but I get too high Cause I gotta keep my eyes on my I've seen harder times, but there be some harder days
close, but you know what? Cemetery's ain't far away Before I die I'm trying to make the whole feel Like our people scared to stand
The way we express ourself, they think we all some killers But look into the eyes of a child influenced by the street Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up the sirens of the police See now my life ain't been the same nigga, as a thug
If I had to draw a of my life I have to paint my picture in homie died, before he die little cousin told me this Get you something cemeteries Packed full of niggas who had to be rich
So keep your head up, to all my children it was hard To tell my family one day I was grow up to make millions When I told them, they to laugh at my so called dream I like to scream I came home from jail
When I was best friend turned into a fiend I ain't gonna lie, my conscience ain't clear, when I my eyes Of course you gotta realize, God forgive me, I'm trying to survive
They cut welfare and health care, shit gotta stop I got a note, my auntie having a baby Congratulations, she on
This got me crazy Mama, won't you for your baby? I'm just a ghetto child to make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child to make it
ghetto got me crazy Mama, won't you for your baby? I'm just a ghetto child trying to it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child to make it