Welcome 2 the Ghetto

You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to Otherwise, you ain't shit You might as well be dead your damn self Trying to tell me I ain't shit I ain't trying to tell you shit I'll tell your mama you ain't shit Gunshots ringing out, everybody run around Broad day, like niggas gunning one another down Yellow tape, white sheets, blood stains on the ground Daddy doing time in prison, mama try to get him out Before he went to jail, he taught his son how to gang bang How to shoot a gun, sell dope, and how to maintain they Kinda look identical, they even had the same name But he caught up in the gang, he gone be dead or in the chain gang Yeah, product of the ghetto, trying to make it out Police staking out his house, trying to take him down Wanted for a couple murders on the other side of town He say he innocent and he gonna go to trial Life ain't a game, don't play with it They gave him and his father the same sentence He did it for the love of the gang, nigga Addicted to the liquor and the painkillers He showed no remorse in the court Yelling back and forth at the judge and his lawyer His mama showed up to support A couple days later, found her shot dead on the porch A good girl gone bad Running around like a nomad Living fast, got her toe tagged Selling ass, sucking gonads When her son got the news that she died, he was so sad Damn Life ain't a game, don't play with it Heard his enemies is celebrating, they did it Left her body shivering from the K spittage The killer did a bare face broad day with it Revenge is a dish, served cold When you do dirt, dirt come back Yeah, I believe that Living in the ghetto ain't safe When you leave home, better be strapped No cap, no love, no money, no drugs Big stepper, bad bitches, man I fucks, then I get up But that's another episode This one's about revenge Little homie joined the gang with his friends Riding four deep in the Benz Finna get it in I don't think this bullshit gon' end The murder rate increasing Families ain't eating Nigga got robbed for his pounds like he vegan Caught his mama fucking on the deacon She yelled out, Jesus Hit the crack, rock and start tweaking Information leaking Drug sales peaking Police got a picture of him down at the precinct But he don't give a shit He like Tommy Egan on power Hiding out, smoking on reefer New at 11, a call for change and a cry for help as the number of drive-by shootings in Akron are seemingly on the rise Residents who live in and around where these shootings happen are now concerned for their safety