Ghetto Gospel

In you and I, there's a new land
 (Chamberlain, he's got it)
 Let me talk that street shit man
 My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
 In you and I, there's a new land
 Ghetto Gospel, you know what I'm talkin' about
 Angels in flight
 Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I
 My sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah
 Broken hearts makin' million dollar launching pads
 I'm from a neighborhood where niggas' attitude is fuck a dad
 Where niggas only dream is to ball and stunt with shit they never had
 But all they end up with is two baby mamas and a Jag
 Weighin' bags while the neighbors pass, hopin' it double fast
 Re-up with your rent money, fuck it up, your ass potato mash
 And from the past, fuck ups you done had, it ain't no frontin' bags
 Stress awake the evil, now he hittin' his homeboys for cash
 No mask, just settin' up scenes, he got an acting class
 Nigga get robbed with you and act mad then go and count your cash
 Shit sad, make you wish murder was an app on iPad
 Download and press one button and kill your roach ass
 My lil' nigga got three stripes, he ain't tuckin' no flags
 Ever punched a tough nigga, made him tell jokes like Sinbad
 Walked around your enemy's hood strapped like gym pads
 Caught everything I done did, smashed on they bitch ass
 Heard buddy got killed for his ho, he loved the bitch ass
 She was fuckin' on his partner, he fought him, and then got shit-bagged
 Doctor said that he was gon' make it, he had a good chance
 But then his kidney failed and he died and this bitch still playin'
 I just seen the bitch with Lou Williams and he her sixth man
 These hoes will do whatever for dick, shoes, and a suntan
 Bitches tryna be boo'd up, I'm thinkin' boudin
 Before I let a ho wife me I'll sell food cans
 Your big homie a buster, he buy his Jordans from a shoe stand
 He think making shirts for the hood is a genius new plan
 Y'all need to put y'all money together and get him a new van
 If he ever play with me I'ma tat his face with a new hand
 The laws gettin' hot in the city, this bitch like Sudan
 You can't play no games with them bitches, they shoot with two hands
 My people yellin' peace and no violence, they showin' two hands
 But you wake up in the morning, it's another one on the newsstand
 My partner cut his monitor off, he got a new stance
 Paroled on fifty percent of his time, skip to my lou dance
 Niggas sayin' fuck a blue warrant, let's take the blue chance
 Nowadays niggas do whatever for stacks of blue bands
 Niggas ready to give up they mama to have a blue hand
 The shit that niggas'll do for a twenty'll make you puke, man
 Sad but it's true, man
 Gotta clean the table when you chew, man
 'Cause crumbs done brought the evil out a few, man
 They say to do your dirt by your lonely, that's hard to do, man
 'Cause pressure always easier felt when done by two, man
 But every time you put on a nigga, he turn to Susanne
 A bitch in male clothing, the street shit is broken
 Everybody want all the smoke, this shit's a joke, man
 Until a hookah burnin' your chest and it's blood you're choking
 You never politicked in the hood, you not a spokesman
 So stop tellin' these rappers they good when they do shows, man
 Pull up to the flyers they on and slap the doorman
 Make a nigga say cheese and shade the room with some whoop-ass
 Y'all niggas ain't havin' no academics in them bookbags
 Just good boys that look bad, this street shit got so sad