Ghetto Ambiance

(album: Birth School Work Death - 2012)

Yuh, I'm from the place full of false hopes and liquor stores
We can't roam the streets alone, the police they on patrol
Some are all together, but for money someone sell they soul
Picking sides, choosing colors, fight for blocks we don't own
And we grow, to show no emotion, though we stress the same shit, no different
From my hood to your projects, white chalk, yellow tape, people on the sidewalks
Mothers cry, pray to God, to young to die, another loss
And we applaud and imitate, the ignorance of rap stars
Our women turn to slut, sell they bodys just to make it far
Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance
Enjoy the ghetto ambiance

Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance
Enjoy the ghetto ambiance

(It feels so good, when you from the hood)
Yeah, it feels so good!
(Damn, It feels so good when you in the hood)
Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha

Another victim to the street
Another wanna be, testing me, cause his insecurities
Brother please, let go of your ego
Our minds are too focused on monotonous materials
Every time I try to leave, they keep pulling me back
And they wonder why this life style is leaving us trapped
It's up to us to make a difference, now
It's up to us to devise a plan to make it out
I'll tell you this, I did so much in my life
And still ain't found what I was looking for
And what I thought it was
It only made a nigga look for more
It's the same shit you seen before
And happiness it stretches out
It's time for us to make a change
So we can cope with this

Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance
Enjoy the ghetto ambiance

(It feels so good, when you from the hood)
Yeah, it feels so good!
(Damn, It feels so good when you in the hood)
Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha

Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance
Enjoy the ghetto ambiance

Dominos, and dice games
You can lose your life from anyone
Nigga just don't give a fuck
Same house, same rent, same pay check
Same boss, that don't give a nigga no respect
So we let all this mess, boil inside our chest
And take it out on the next person
That try to test
Over with, then they done with
Get they gun, they volcano erupting
Dare I say something

(It feels so good, when you from the hood)
Yeah!
It feel good don't it?
(Damn, It feels so good when you in the hood)
So good, again it's so good

Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance
Enjoy the ghetto ambiance