Mystikal - Ghetto Child Lyrics
[master p]Its crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)Yo mama Im tryin to keep my head strong (whats up mystikal? )Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) Im just a ghetto child trying to make itUhhhhhh! Im just a ghetto child trying to make it[chorus]Uhhhhhh! this ghetto got me crazyMamma, wont you pray for your baby?Uhhhhhh! Im just a ghetto child trying to make itMamma, Im just a ghetto child trying to make itI feel like a bird nigga with no wingsIm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little changeMy homies killing up each other cause we gotta eatAnd I aint tripping cause Im running from the policeI done seen little kids in the projects starvingI done seen more hoes messing then marvinSee in the ghetto the sun it barely shinesBut so many niggas in jail and the welfare linesAnd all my life I thought bill clinton ran the countryUntil I found out bill gates had all the moneyAnd the media starting east and west coast warsIm from the south, where they predijuce on us allCome out of the powdered milk and eggs dont fill us upBut why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us upGave us three halves and high interest student loansFour dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it homeChorus x2[mystikal]Its real when you can do whatever you want to doWhen you want to do itAint to many niggas out there living like thatThats why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through itHow many niggas in the pennHow many niggas in the cemetary dont know why?How many strikes yall niggas needHow many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?Why!!!! why you gotta make your momma cry?Huh!!!! she take you out of the streetCause thats where you gonna dieBut you wont listen cause your mind is one trackAnd your head is hardAnd your getting flipped, and your talking backShowing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wallLemme talk to yall, dont think its too hard to fallBut thats far and allAnd sore and all, its cool when it started offNow niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballsNiggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of highs gonna growLiving in a messed up time, a messed up courtIm telling ya, you cant do shit no more!Its bigger than us, its out of our handsThats why Im praying to godOh heavenly father, keep my head above the waterCause its your world, and we your childrenYour sons and your daughtersWe struggling, trying to get out of the ghettoTrying to make it to mars!!!Chorus x2[silkk the shocker]Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this gameWishing I can change, Ive been through so muchSeen so many things, couldnt find the words to explainThe only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but iBut I cant get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemiesIve seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder daysPenetentary close, but you know what? cemetaries aint that far awayBefore I die Im trying to make the whole world feelLike our people scared to stand thereThe way we express ourself, they think that we all some killersBut look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the streetGo to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the policeSee now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thugIf I had to draw a picture of my lifeI have to paint my picture in bloodClosest homie died, before he die little cousin told me thisGet you something cause cemetariesPacked full of niggas who had dreams to be richSo keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hardTo tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millionsWhen I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dreamI like to scream when I came home from jailWhen I was told best friend turned into a fiendI aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyesOf course you gotta realize, God forgive me, Im just trying to surviveThey cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stopI got a positive note, my auntie having a babyCongratulations, she on rocksChorus 2x
