Children Of The Ghetto

(альбом: Hillwood - 1999)

[Chorus]
[Singer & SPM]:
Children of the ghettooo, hold on
They got me running through my ghetto

[First Verse:]
They got me running through my ghetto in a cold sweat,
I just can't look back, sticks got your boy wet,
Checking alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou,
Why those five oh's kicking down my doors?
Run up in a smokehouse, it's dark as what,
But I spot'em in tha corners when they lighters struck,
Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire,
Lie a child of the Lord with a poisonous desire,
Die a "G" trying to make change, when I approach'em,
Even though I got a great range, I won't smoke'em,
I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together,
J.R. High going half on dimes and like a feather,
We was floating in the wind fool, steady laughing,
Til' the day somebody killed you and got me asking

[Chorus (4x)]

[Second Verse:]
They trying to silence the violence and minus the menace,
But I'm in this to win this trying to break a Guieness,
Business as usual, it's unpredictable,
Critical changes deranges the typical,
I terrorize, paralyze your intentions,
Questions answered on the day of my redemptions,
The lynchings, Smith And Wessons, lessons,
To be taught on the Block of Rock I mention,
Critical dimensions, yes I rest with my Hyna in the shiny sun,
Gotta blunt, I'm trying to find me one,
Life dream, thirteen be me number,
On tha right team, Sureest as a youngster,
Live a G-role, acting a hero, will get'cha below,
I'll be facing Ito, but you got your life Repo'ed

[Chorus (4x)]

[3rd Verse:]
I got incredible criminals in my subliminal,
Minimal actions and tactics can't stop my cynical,
Passion I'm blasting, trashing the evidence,
Ever since birth, I'm ripped out of innocence,
Isn't this beautiful? The undisputible,
G fits me suitable, won't hesitate to shoot a fool,
Up and advance, catch a blast, can you dance?
Like a trick shaking ass in the back of an ambulance,
In a trance of confusion, having illusions,
Of mental institutions being my solution,
Who's in my nutty head, wanting everybody dead?
Red Rum feel the lead, Come through your bunk bed,
Now Mom said I could reach the sky if I try,
My soul is a lost one,
I'm sleep waking with a mutha shotgun,
I gotta pop one

[Chorus (4x)]