The Ghetto

I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
 Headed from the bottom to the top
 Cause there's nowhere left for me to go
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto where the life sucks
 And mama's and daddy's lose their life over a couple bucks
 And babies abd baby mama's have to endure the killin
 Where all of the local news crews promote the villian
 Never promote the willin, not consider the lost
 Ones who caught between the guns and paying the cost
 Dealers payin the boss, boss payin the law
 The law turn a blind eye from the crime they saw
 Money blinding us all
 We lust after it bad
 Especially presented to people who never had
 The Messiah is sad, His creatioj so low
 That's why I represnt the poor
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
 Headed from the bottom to the top
 Cause there's nowhere left for me to go
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
 My people livin in the hood tryin to get dough
 They sellin bootleg and clothes and booty and blow
 Daddy locked in a hole
 Shawyy chasin the cheddar
 Mama working so hard tryin to keep family together
 Tryin to endure the weather and stay close to the light
 The trails of life ain't never right but enduring the fight
 Not believin the hype and lies the devil will tell
 If it was left up to satan we'll all burn in hell
 We'll all sit in jail; our families will suffer the pain
 We'll all walk through life without callin on Jesus name
 That's why satan a lie and God don't love him no more
 And so he hatin on me, bro
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
 Headed from the bottom to the top
 Cause there's nowhere left for me to go
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
 I've lived in gutter ghettos, it's alwys been hard
 Always been protecfed by God and always been smart
 Always been black, poor and ugly, an outcast
 Fast with the heart of 200 Hermi's to out past
 And outlast my adversaries
 Think it's a game?
 And I don't need my grill and chain to rep Messiah name
 Cause He was beat for and died and rose from the grave
 That's why I don't need a hater, ok, to know I'm saved
 He love thugs, the ghetto
 God, He is not done
 I preach and teach and resude where you cannot come
 Where they ride high on 2 sixes and get low in 4
 Christ died for all of us fog, even the gutta of the ghetto
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
 Headed from the bottom to the top
 Cause there's nowhere left for me to go
 I'm from the gutta of the ghetto