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