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Ghetto Reality
day light breaks across the ghetto and all is well
we go to school and laugh cuss scream and yell
study hard and lunch time comes
now is the time for us to have some fun
back to class and into the books
bell rings
school is done
we might be off the hook
walk down the block and u see the lil homies slangin dope
you got on some fresh shit...
he pulls a gun & points it to your head
"Nigga...give me ya shoes and coat or else ya ass is dead!"
hurry home do our homework and head out to play
we gotta get all the fun we can...
street lights comes on and it ends our day
eat dinner, bathe and get ready for bed
hurry to turn the lights out and get on the floor
cause bullets begin to fly over our heads
police sirens in the distance
and the dogs in the hood begin to howl
i fall asleep wondering when will it all stop
cause this shit is fowl
wake up the next day and head to school
only to find i'm missing one friend too few
he never had a chance cause into his body 3 bullets flew
2 weeks pass and i see my friend at last
laid out in his sunday best
peaceful look upon his face
as his coffin lowered into the ground
i thought of my friend and asked myself..could i be next
we go to school and laugh cuss scream and yell
study hard and lunch time comes
now is the time for us to have some fun
back to class and into the books
bell rings
school is done
we might be off the hook
walk down the block and u see the lil homies slangin dope
you got on some fresh shit...
he pulls a gun & points it to your head
"Nigga...give me ya shoes and coat or else ya ass is dead!"
hurry home do our homework and head out to play
we gotta get all the fun we can...
street lights comes on and it ends our day
eat dinner, bathe and get ready for bed
hurry to turn the lights out and get on the floor
cause bullets begin to fly over our heads
police sirens in the distance
and the dogs in the hood begin to howl
i fall asleep wondering when will it all stop
cause this shit is fowl
wake up the next day and head to school
only to find i'm missing one friend too few
he never had a chance cause into his body 3 bullets flew
2 weeks pass and i see my friend at last
laid out in his sunday best
peaceful look upon his face
as his coffin lowered into the ground
i thought of my friend and asked myself..could i be next
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