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Thursday, 18 December 2014
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Mystikal - Lyrics


Unpredictable - Album




Ghetto Child


 







featuring Master P Silkk The Shocker





[Master P]


It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)


Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)





Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it


Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it





[Chorus]


Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy


Mamma won't you pray for your baby?


Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it


Mamma I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it





I feel like a bird nigga with no wings


I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change


My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat


And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police


I done seen little kids in the projects starving


I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin


See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines


But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines


And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country


Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money


And the media starting east and west coast wars


I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all


Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up


But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up


Gave us three halves and high interest student loans


Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home





Chorus x2





[Mystikal]


It's real when you can do whatever you want to do


when you want to do it


Ain't to many niggas out there living like that


That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it


How many niggas in the penn


how many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?


How many strikes y'all niggas need


How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?


WHY!!!! Why you gotta make your momma cry?


HUH!!!! She take you out of the street


cause that's where you gonna die


But you won't listen cause your mind is one track


and your head is hard


And your getting flipped, and your talking back


Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall


Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall


but that's far and all


And sore and all, it's cool when it started off


Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs


Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow


Living in a messed up time, a messed up court


I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more!


It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands


that's why I'm praying to God


Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water


Cause it's your world, and we your children


your sons and your daughters


We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto


trying to make it to mars!!!





Chorus x2





[Silkk The Shocker]


Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game


Wishing I can change, I've been through so much


Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain


The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I


But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies


I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days


Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries aint that far away


Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel


like our people scared to stand there


The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers


But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street


Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police


See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug


If I had to draw a picture of my life


I have to paint my picture in blood


Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this


Get you something cause cemetaries


packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich


So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard


To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions


When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream


I like to scream when I came home from jail


When I was told best friend turned into a fiend


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


They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop


I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby


Congratulations, she on rocks





Chorus 2X










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