Growin' Up In The Gutter

Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly known
treated like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drops stains on the twin box springs
Daddy came to visit, it's not a dream
She thought to herself, what is happening
Above her head there's a crucifix
But Lucifer loosens up his wrist
Lays her down with an open fist
And all that was left was hopelessness
Little girl, where's your loving mother, under the covers, under the covers
Little girl what have you discovered?
She stuttered...

Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame
Dead we are, guns, no aim
Growin' up in the gutter

And you aint gotta live in the projects, to deal with this non-sense
Living this suburbia, someone will murder ya
Open up and leave your body..
Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest
But time is full of jobshot in the process
Hussle he took the bitch to his apartment
Let him down used to what you know of that
my lyrics are proof of growin' up in the gutter
You think you can define how hard you got it
by what neighbourhood you live in,motherfucker?
Wake up in the gutter!

....no more, fairy tales and songs
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame
Dead we are, guns, no aim
Growin' up in the gutter

Slumerican I can't and
Was a child who was
I'ma go again at 8, somebody's life to wait given to the
beast by fate (i am)
a voice for the cold in the dark, I am
from a family torn apart, I am
A soul that don't run from shit, I am
met a ghost and he said (i am)
In the basement and read (i am)
Dead cause the ouji board said...
I...A....M....

Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs
No place like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame
Dead we are, guns, no aim
Growin' up in the gutter.