Ghetto Life

Crack heads out

Kids skippin' school

I used to do the same

Now I know I was a fool

The gangs in the streets

Stealing and car-jacking

Bet you thought it was cool

Because of the education you were lacking

You won’t know what is right

If you don’t know what is wrong

But I bet you say it isn’t right

That your homeboy didn’t live long

He was out selling drugs

Tryin' to make a living

Next thing you knew

He was on the news’ recent killings

Another mom broken

Another son lost

To make it through this life

You’ve got to know the cost

Going out to play has its little doubts

You never know when or where the guns will come out

All you do is hope and pray that nothing truly happens

But your prayers are broken when the guns start clappin’.

One day you’ll get out and hopefully it’s soon

All you can hope is that it ain’t in a wooden cocoon

Your goal is to make it and get out of this strife

You’ve got to get out of living in this Ghetto Life.