Ghetto talk

Speaking in ghetto ways 
I was born As an unwanted child 
Handed to the streets 
My family was crazy
I mean a scitzo mom a Dad that women beats

Brother selling drugs sister having babies 
Repeating there cycle no way  that would be crazy

I embraced the streets And everything it taught 
Hustling and selling 
Just for food for thought 
Crack houses and feens was all that I knew

I talked that ghetto talk you know what I mean boo
Yo yo yo  it's like this and like that 
Watch me flow 
I'll get up with you next time ight no doubt 
But bring me my money don't make me blow

Talking the talk and walking the walk 
But having no babies 
School on my mind 
I turned it all over I left it all behind 

Schooling myself in a better way 
Hitting them books the hard way 
Back home no mom she's somewhere lost in deep thought 
Dads still here beating on women 
Fuck it thats them not me 
they stay so I guess the like to be beat 

Turning back to the streets unable to take no more 
Bringing my books and finishing my school 
Is all I'm looking forward for 
Everyone is hating Gigi isn't out there playing 
She's in the streets in her world watching everyone fall
Stating we can have it all 
Stop the violence let's all hit these books and become ghetto pilots 
The skies the limit 
Even If we  talk ghetto style 
It's ok are minds still a brain 
No one listens no one cares 
Fuck it don't hate on Gigi 
Just because she wants the 
Fuck out of here 

Still have my ghetto side even in school
Talking to teachers like I'm so damn cool 
But getting A's making teachers laugh 
They where all once ghetto just like me 

To end this all I finish my last 
Class I'm a nurse at last 
Taking care of my moms 
Not talking to dad 
Telling my friends parents
there child is dead Killed on the ghetto streets 
I tried but no one moved ahead 

I'll never forget those days I've spent alone in the ghetto 
With just a paper and a pen 
Books and friends talking ghetto 
It's always the same
The streets will never change