Ghetto (feat. Tone Mitch)

If you were raised by the streets, make it your time to shine Just trying to survive everyday is like a 9-5 Growing up in a household, the streets would parent you Something like jumping out a plane without a parachute Something like walking through life blind without a pair of shoes No politician made real changes in their issues It's like a family tradition being raised without a father Trapped in the systems submission being leashed without a collar Find roll model in a bottle, took on personality traits Taught how to cope with the pain of increased fatality rates Doing a stretch in the pen, is something boarding school Getting your wings can be life threatening, paid in full I don't blame angels that chose not to watch over us Shells rain from so many angles, don't blink, take cover, bust Baby sister took one in the lung, she drowned in her sleep Constant state of mourning keeps you numb to another casualty Is it the ghetto or the streets that makes me wanna cry Feels like we standing line, till it's our time to die Trapped in the darkness of life, in search for the light Praying on god to save us, so we can be aight Is it the ghetto in a nigga that make me spill liquor Or the trigger that pays my bills quicker than flicks flicker It's got me feeling sicker when the thick get thicker Than hoes that grab poles and get the rich richer You know the feeling right, when it's your time to die When it's your time to ride, when it's your time to cry You're feeling numb inside, but it'll be all right Just close your eyes, go to the light, don't apologize For living inside this prison, where it's void of bars Decisions and the schisms that's only taught to our You trap my body, but you can't hold my soul Got clapped at a party tryna fill me wit holes, on God Is it the ghetto or the streets that makes me wanna cry Feels like we standing line, till it's our time to die Trapped in the darkness of life, in search for the light Praying on god to save us, so we can be aight Yo Why so many friends and family had to loose their life Gunned down in the streets, run out of tears to cry Pray the streets go easy on my little seeds I'm raising School Sandbox loading with empty shell casings It's hard to keep ya head up looking down at dead bodies First they snatched tt Vicki and then they stole my cousin D Family reunions come several times every single year You'd better show up cause next time, they may not be here Always chasing for an outlet down every dark corner Relax and put all bullshit aside, inhale the marijuana When niggas out they mind, streets light up like the 4th of July Modern day blacksmith, let the steel forge your life Strung out mothers on the block, 20 bucks a pop Stick to the G code, watch for undercover cops Even the deacon at the church got his hands dirty He turned states evidence, and gave his man's 30 Is it the ghetto or the streets that makes me wanna cry Feels like we standing line, till it's our time to die Trapped in the darkness of life, in search for the light Praying on god to save us, so we can be aight Is it the ghetto or the streets that makes me wanna cry Feels like we standing line, till it's our time to die Trapped in the darkness of life, in search for the light Praying on god to save us, so we can be aight