The Ghetto

Darkness falls when the cold air hits the ghetto streets
 Many are called by few are chosen
 Who's to say that when life will deal you the deck of cards
 Will you have on your poker face?
 Block dark as it's ever been
 Young and strong off rock and tying the heroin
 And when they fix ain't around larceny settles in
 That's when the ground opens up and coffins shuffled in
 Ain't nobody getting money
 Trying to suppress their poverty by getting high
 Some search the bottle for what they can't find in God
 An empty stomach and a gun equals homicide
 Some take the day in stride, praying that the night will change
 Grandma searching for the answers in her Bible page
 Ain't nothing worse on a ears than a crying mother
 Seeing her baby dying, stretched in a ghetto gutter
 Murders ruled out they say it's self suicide
 Smoking dicks drying to drift to the other side
 They say he's in a better place where he'll feel no pain
 You'll soon know the truth when they dig your grave
 Out my window I see poverty (out my window)
 Youth is dying, feels like death just follows me
 Most folks chase a high to escape reality in the ghetto (just follows me)
 I this ghetto, oooh, whoooa...
 This fucking recession got everybody stuck broke
 This shit depressing, everybody cut-throat
 If you ain't spending 45 large on the whole joint
 You're forced to buy 9 hard compressed from a small point
 Neighbours look weary
 At the young bucks who just pop pills or smoke airy
 To niggas with one package on one corner going to war with one ratchet
 The young bucks catch cases
 Ramming on their afters
 Let their man jam them for the package
 All they want is sneaker money
 A Breitling and a Grand Marquise
 A fresh pair of trees and some V-neck Ts
 ... they done with a gun and squeeze
 Til the cops box them in
 Caught him with a Glock and ten
 Now they on state roll, cold locking in
 Calling home every chance he get
 Making when I get home threats
 Young buck the street don't stop
 Niggas selling whipped up rock
 Try to switch they hustle to weed,
 the tree won't pop
 There's just more of it, this shit don't end
 I seen niggas lose they life playing dice and skin
 They'll get the same money over
 There's a war going on outside nobody's safe from
 You either make a way or take one
 Yeah, I just know what I know
 Out my window I see poverty (out my window)
 Youth is dying, feels like death just follows me
 Most folks chase a high to escape reality in the ghetto (just follows me)
 I this ghetto, oooh, whoooa...
 Out my window I see poverty (out my window)
 Youth is dying, feels like death just follows me
 Most folks chase a high to escape reality in the ghetto (just follows me)
 I this ghetto, oooh, whoooa...