Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Tears

dear God can ya me
if you save me, save our babies
(we trying to it real, so many ghetto tears my people cry
life is hard and I see that every day, so many ghetto tears
in the ghetto)

age 11 looking out of a ghetto
mom and 5 of us ghetto children
I ain't never knew wrong from
growing up off my life, thinking had 4 stripes
so my tried to warn us
us not to do drugs, but yesterday I saw him on it
see in my hood it no love
age 13, seen my auntie o.d. on
the neighborhood hoe only 15 and everybody to bang her
found her dead, gave herself and abortion a clothes hanger
I seen on of my neighbors try but couldn't make it
came home one day killed his family
I he couldn't take it
I give back, if it ain't nothing big
at my grandma, terminal disease only got months to live
they tell us we gonna be nothin
gave my homie 25
I shed for all my peers

dear god can ya me
if you can't save me, our babies
so ghetto tears my people cry
you ain't to question God but I'm asking why
so many ghetto tears my cry
through out the years, my people shed ghetto
my people shed ghetto tears, through out the

the ghetto's a headache, one big ol migrane
tryin to high till I die
tryin to hide the pain
my homey mama died and didn't it
when she died he suicide
my homie jumped up off the sixth
maybe it's too for me
since I'm still here, I'm kinda to be
been in and out of since i was 12
life been hectic mama had me
I have to ask myself the question why
it's so hard to live but yet so to die
with this simple question can you help me
just tryin to live large and
from these that you dealt me
I used to ask ???, but now ask me
life em up, I wonder will life pass me
it really ain't no love for us ghetto kids
for all the that I did
I don't think I'll where heaven is
I wonder why they won't and try to ban it
probably cause scared of it
I just understand it

how could you a kid for 9 months black
she had a boy
but she she was pregnant she was smoking crack
how could you rape and abouse your
how could you committ incest and say you your kids
they ask to be here, they ain't ask to see here
slipped by 15 minutes of pleasure
that's why they can't see
the cradle to the grave
or from the cemetary to the
life is so hard now bet ya it