Ghetto Theme

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Hey living these days ain't no joke
 Fiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke
 And if not they affiliated with the game
 It ain't like the old days in '93 thangs changed
 A young brotha might blast ya if he has to
 And a punk won't last a
 Second in the place where I'm living at
 Cause everybody and they momma's pack gats
 Some pack these Tech-9s and might live fine
 But a try boy keeps thangs straight
 Cause it ain't nothing like suburbia
 Cause in the hood a young soldier might murder ya
 Its kind of sick when you're watching your partner get killed
 Straight feel off the earth dying over turf
 That the other man owns but us youngsters don't know this
 We killing one another just to show who the dopest
 While us brothas is capping the 'blue eyed devil' is laughing
 And my cuddies is dying man I wonder what happened
 To the peace and togetherness 'black fists' raised in the air
 But us youngsters don't care
 So I wonder partner 'is unity a dream?'
 So kick back to my ghetto theme
 And it goes like this
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 (What's up? What's up?)
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 Back in the days I never tripped but then I noticed
 That people were my color were coming up the shortest
 Life ain't cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets
 He got 'mail' on his mind plus a 'nine' and fools talk about peace
 All he wants is his piece of the pie
 Can't get no '9-to-5' so on the streets he got to strive
 And do what he got to do to get his money on
 So don't trip when you see him with the cellular phone
 Cause that's the way that he's pimping the system
 Strictly coming up with all the fools against him
 Dealing with the mass confusion
 Robbing and looting
 And drive by shootings
 But in the ghetto its an everyday thang thou
 Without togetherness things ain't gone change thou
 I was told to keep my 'eyes-on-the-prize' but I can't
 So I hind behind the dank and the drank
 To camouflage all my pain, ghetto got us insane
 Since our vision is blurry we don't know this maine
 We need to come together on these inner city streets
 Cause if we don't we all going to be deceased
 Peep the ghetto theme
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 (What's up? What's up?)
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 In '93 it ain't the government mind tricks
 It's young brotha's with the gats and the clips
 That's quick to click and shoot
 For practically nothing,
 Because these brotha's these days man have no patience
 School ain't cool when you're learning about the slave days
 And all the presidents making all them slave trades
 You should see you're turning the future into the past
 This folks pass a brother going to blast
 On another damn I thought we smarter than that
 But it seems without the gats we ain't even all that
 Plus some fools with a sag in our pants
 We need to put the nine's down and let our minds advance
 Young sister yeah she's a pregnant-free teen
 But she don't know that once she was a queen and her man was a king
 Now her man sells dope on the avenue
 I know its true but this is what they push us to
 Brotha's man we have way too much hate
 We might be from different states but we all from the same place
 Times is hard but they ain't hard as it seems
 All I do is say 'peace' and kick my ghetto theme
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 (What's up? What's up?)
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 (And peep... And peep...)
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 (That's right! That's right!)
 Young players got to get it together
 Young players got to get it together
 Yeah... this Mac Mall
 Just letting y'all know
 Yall brotha's in 'the Bay'
 Man we got to get it together
 So make let them know...

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Duration
05:07
Key
11
Tempo
180 BPM

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