Ghetto Boy

 
Little ghetto boy living
careless in those dangerous streets, where would you be? When he has questions
about life, and the fast hustle.

Would you're answers be different, to scary him or to make him more curious.?!

Growning up is going to be a
hard blow, facing
life set backs,
understand,

it's gonna knock you down
everyday, keep getting
up and smile to.

He goes to bed dreaming about
how life will be, if he has everything,
how all the ladies
will fall at his feet.

Guns sounds is his music,
the cold he fight like it's a
bad habit.

Growning up is going to be a
hard blow, facing
life set backs,
understand,

it's gonna knock you down
everyday, keep getting
up and smile to.


Being smart isn't a gift
being black isn't by chance,
loving material things only
matter to him.

I rock on any block,
I got choppers to
make your body do
a back flop.

Living ghetto seems
to be my identity.

Being a black man
seems to bother
you're integrity.