Ghetto Boy

Since birth til' now I got holes in my T-shirt From fighting with anybody that wants to see me hurt Took it needle and blood Second and first love Fuck giving a fuck Blame me not the drugs I motivates myself Grab a rocket off my shelf A extra match and now I'm feeling like myself Without help I could spot and just kill a decoy Really end what i destroyed With a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) In a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why) In a heart of a ghetto boy You have a souljah thats ready to die Now in the heart of a ghetto boy If you ask him to live he'll probably say why (why why why)