jack rootes - ghetto livin' lyrics
[american gangster sample]
denzel washington (as frank lucas): “the most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, hardwork… family… never forgetting where we came from. you see, you are what you are in this world. that’s either one of two things: either you’re somebody, or you’re n0body.”
[intro]
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto livin’
[verse 1 – the dealer]
you can find me in the alleyways, with what you need
willing to sell them to ya, be it cocaine, ecstacy or weed
i got pills, blunts, needles, lines and methods galore
anything to make you crawl back and beg for more
why am i like this? well, if you want the absolute truth
it’s because these things are popular with the local youth
though it hurt to think of one kid i destroyed at a young age
how was i supposed to know that needle would give him aids?
it’s not something i’m proud of, but i can’t quit sadly
it’s the only thing i can do to provide for my family
this path will either end with me dead, among the stars
or on my knees in cuffs before they put me behind bars
[hook]
(that’s the life when you’re living in the-)
ghetto
(and eating in the-)
ghetto
(or sleeping in the-)
ghetto (ghetto)
(that’s the life when you’re living in the-)
ghetto
(and eating in the-)
ghetto
(or sleeping in the-)
ghetto (ghetto)
ghetto livin’
[verse 2 – the prost-tute]
you can find me on the corner, wearing the tightest clothes
looking for a guy with money to get on my knees and blow
i wear the same clothes, even on the coldest nights
and i’m always down to f-ck, only if the price is right
why am i like this? well, my past had some horrific events
was groped by older men, before i hit the age of consent
i was molested at 15, i was raped at 18
with those events, reality had shattered all my dreams
and people say that my body is disease infested
but i don’t even know, i haven’t had time to get tested
so i still stand outside, slowly dying on these streets
waiting for another client to put his d-ck inside of me
[hook]
[verse 3 – the bad man]
you can find me on the streets, baggy jeans, old hoodies
walking around with a blade, looking for the goodies
otherwise, i chill with skets, puffing my lungs with weed
and i’ll dispose a wasteman if he decides to step to me!
why am i like this? why does it matter to you blud?
i just wanna get the punani bruv, f-ck all the love!
and f-ck the man that call me undercl-ss fam!
when i walk on these streets, i’m a big man!
and all i care about is the p’s, p-ssy and the blunts
hold up, a p-ssyole’s bare vexed, tryin’ ta’ front
han’ on. oi fam! what you doin’ on these ends, ya cu-?!
(-stab, stab, stab-)
[hook]
[outro]
ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto livin’
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