| Cradled in the womb of the metropolis, dodging hell swarm
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| Vision of going to heaven, nothing can stop this
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| Although I’m optimistic, balance it with being realistic
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| Is paradise is part of the plan, or scribbled in some book and shit
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| It all goes down as rain drops on my neighborhood, I love my hood
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| And motherfucker this ain’t good, crackheads selling dope to dope heads
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| On blocks that’s rented by house niggas
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| That’s all getting rich off of the bloodshed
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| And as I experience, none the lesser, and it’s high
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| And it’s high as I got off of the reefers
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| The balance levels of horror, yo, ain’t never disappear
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| I know, you know
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| It’s like we livin' in hell in the ghetto
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| I know, you know
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| Babies is dying in the ghetto
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| I know, you know
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| Mothers are crying in the ghetto
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| I know, you know
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| It’s like we livin' in hell in the ghetto
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| I know, you know
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| Like that, like that, like that, like that
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| I put the pedal to the metal, heavy metal in the ghetto
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| I ain’t got to raise it, cause hell is the grimey ghetto
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| I guess that’s the catalist for so many fantasies
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| We can fantasize and happen to be surrounded by misery
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| The daughters and sisters, the little bitties
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| Princess inside ya beautiful
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| But mommy can’t afford the sparkles and dresses
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| As a matter of fact, kids around here
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| Need to be walking with a vest on
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| Cause the quietest streets around here, can be a war zone
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| And I’m in such disgust, cause the police
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| Instead of protectin and serving, they serving us
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| They brutalizin' and battering, as a matter of fact
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| They play ghetto, officers, I see them laughing
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| Trynna pick up girls in uniform
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| Hanging out them college dorms, we need some inform
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| Why is he a ghetto? |
| cause society divided by nothing, but money, hello
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| From city to city, all over the globe
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| So many poverty stricken lives, the facts’ll make ya heads explode
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| Cities and families, all over, global over load
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| From Brownsville to Russia, through Somalia through Croatia
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| Lyrics are live, fight to survive, it’s a horror ride
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| Demons coming for your hide, but there’s no where to run
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| Straight up, and there’s no where to hide
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| Guess what, cause negative situation is winning by a landslide
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| And if you living this life, there’s the worst schools
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| And the worst doctors, guess what? |
| Society got ya |