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alldamatic - ghetto stories lyrics

[intro]
i was born and raised in the ghetto
i was born and raised in the ghetto

[verse 1]
my birthplace is no mystery
i’m from the same place of the 42nd president, check your history books
crooks, pimps, and players were my role models
they taught me living that fast lane life, pushing it full throttle
no brakes allowed on these streets was our motto
don’t disrespect us cause what followed, was something hollow
posted up at liquor store
money on the floor, made you loose control
next you loose your soul, boy you never know
these bullets really don’t give a d-mn bout your age
got toddlers with obituaries in my newspaper page
but that’s the only way that we survive how ironic
and this the only way that we get high off that chronic
it’s just a method to get by, wipe your tears dry your eyes
on this mission for the american pie
open up the book of instructions before leaving earth
it’ll tell you this physical life is depleting with worth, since birth

[hook]

[verse 2]
i make my bread from scratch but i ain’t talking grains
willing to give up my life just to earn some change
cause i got mouths to feed, tell me can you relate
if it ain’t bout no business then i ain’t got time to conversate
for goodness sakes, my mission is fairly evident
raise my son to a man, give my daughter some elegance
ever since, those seeds were sprouted inside the womb
i promise before they starve, i’m a end up in a tomb
it’s just not possible while i’m breathin’
it’s like me going to church, even though i know eddie long is the deacon
no f-cks are given, whatsoever, with pun intended
if you don’t overstand it then i hope you get offended
that’s the problem with our community we don’t address it
we pay the pastor for a sermon but don’t get the message
do what i say, you’ll have a life for eternity
don’t live a holy life really your life is not concerning me

[hook]

[verse 3]
it’s still about the black and white where i’m from
we came a long way, from being drug and being hung
to har-ssed because you’re uneducated and you’re dumb
handcuffed and abused now there’s no breath inside your lungs
oops, we were just doing our job
your skin tone is so suspicious, we thought you would rob this establishment
we ran fast as we can, we knew we could handle it
on the spot conviction without a presence of evidence
it’s loop holes in the system i thought you people knew that
oh, you riding foreign, where your drug dealing crew at
it’s blue on your collar but you got red on your chain
tell me bout your ghetto life on the streets and what set you claim
now let me guess, you one of them black panther types
starting a revolution blaming the whites for your sh-tty life
well tell me this, if you really are a king
why didn’t you listen to martin luther jr. when he told you have a dream

[hook]

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