It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all
And the media starting east and west coast wars
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
I have to paint my picture in blood
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes
Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?
Your sons and your daughters
To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions
I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
Packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
WHYWhy you gotta make your momma cry?
How many niggas in the penn
But you won't listen cause your mind is one track
My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies
And sore and all, it's cool when it started off
Ain't to many niggas out there living like that
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Cause it's your world, and we your children
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
And your getting flipped, and your talking back
Congratulations, she on rocks
I done seen little kids in the projects starving
That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it
Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
How many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?
Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs
See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard
I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby
Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Like our people scared to stand there
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Get you something cause cemetaries
Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
When you want to do it
Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water
I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
HUHShe take you out of the street
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
And your head is hard
They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers
Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain
Wishing I can change, I've been through so much
But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up
Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries ain't that far away
That's why I'm praying to God
Gave us three halves and high interest student loans
Living in a messed up time, a messed up court
Cause that's where you gonna die
When I was told best friend turned into a fiend
I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin
We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto
Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream
Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel
I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Trying to make it to mars
But that's far and all
The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
How many strikes y'all niggas need
See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
If I had to draw a picture of my life
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this
I like to scream when I came home from jail
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more
