Born in the Ghetto

Hey yo Kwan We about to get crazy on this one Yezzir Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto, born, born in the ghetto I was born in the ghetto, 183rd And the kid might be white, but he came from the dirt (uh-huh) I ain’t grow up like them other kids No comic books, stuck in the orphanage Growing up, life was the hardest Shit, why you think they call me Darqness Dealt a bad hand, I ain’t have a silver spoon Thankin’ God for the lunches in the school room Life through curveballs, betta yet Nolan Ryans I was poor for real, dawg (that ain’t lyin’) No Hulk Hogan toys or the G.I. Joes I stole army men right out the corner store Cap gun shot blanks, no ammo Mom said we needed food (that’s real talk) I lived a Bronx tale, no DeNiro to drive a bus My pops left me behind, shit outta luck Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto, born, born in the ghetto Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto, born, born in the ghetto I got older now, now I write my life down Neva pictured that rap would turn my life around A white boy spittin’ from the hood, they laughed And now they test how authentic is that I get hated on a daily basis And now they mad, I can see it in they faces I keep it real, I ain’t neva on no fake shit These my wonder years and they ain’t basic No Whinnie, no father Darq Savage, yes, I’m the author I met the world, now call my Corey Still a Savage, same story Life through curveballs, but I’m the one pitchin’ now Call me Darq Gooden cause I got the Ya now And now they line up for tickets to the ball game And if they got the bread, then we good for the season man Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto, born, born in the ghetto Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Born in the ghetto, born, born in the ghetto Uh, listen Hey yo, I played a lot of innings but I had to slow it down (tell ‘em) I neva pictured I’d be using Wake up one day and ya kids watch ya losin’ Prolly be dead if it wasn’t for this music I wish I could go back and rewind the time They said I’d be dead by the time I was 25 So I’m guessin’ it’s a blessing I’m alive I sit back analyze the cards I was given My misfortunes, no point in livin’ But on the flip side my struggles an existence I walk through the valley of the shadow of death My music’s the miracle, take my last breath I got the heart of a hustler, Ima grind to the death The Darqness they should fear From my thoughts to your ears They feelin’ my tears Man, it’s so inspirational That it inspires me to be sensational Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Yezzir Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) You already know it’s ya boy Darq Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Kwan Lee Born in the ghetto, born, born in the ghetto We in the building BYC Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) What up Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Take over baby Born in the ghetto was a hustler (hold up) Holla at ‘em Born in the ghetto, born, born in the ghetto