Children of the Ghetto

Uh, Yeah Alright Uh, uh Broken home, Left alone Children of the ghetto Broken sky, Un nurtured mind Children of the ghetto And though I write About this life It was not mine I did not fight But keep in mind, Deep inside My pops survived it With the Children of the Ghetto Running Wild and free In a concrete jungle Filled with misery Yo, uh 12 years old behind them dumpsters Doing what we had to do Riding round no undercover Doing what we had to do Keep in mind son Different back then Doing what we had to do No I am not mad at you No I'm not mad at you I just want you to know That I understand, dad Building this capital, part of the plan If I don't have a pot, It'll be in my land My potential my worth Is worth more than damn Dollar figure, Make it Holler If I gotta dollar then I gotta problem I don't need no problems But I gotta to eat Mind, body, soul All the three gotta meet Intuition, The soul gotta speak Anything possible, Hold up let's see 34,000, the count on the stream And I'm counting on me To make up my dream And I made up my mind Gotta speak truth In a world full of lies Gotta make something Cause there ain't much time So I rhyme And I rhyme And I rhyme Put these fakes In their place When I lay every line I can tell in yo face When you rhyme you just lie You ain't no rapper You ain't no MCEE Take back your mic Don't forget the receipt Uh, uh Broken home, Left alone Children of the ghetto Broken sky, Un nurtured mind Children of the ghetto And though I write About this life It was not mine I did not fight But keep in mind, Deep inside My pops survived it With the Children of the Ghetto Running wild and free In a concrete jungle Filled with misery Children of the Ghetto Keep your head To the sky