Children Of The Ghetto lyrics

Chorus [Singer & SPM]:

Children of the ghettooo, hold on
They got me runnin` through my ghetto

First Verse:

They got me runnin` through my ghetto in a cold sweat,
I just can`t look back, sticks got your boy wet,
Checkin` alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou,
Why those five oh`s kickin` down my doors?
Run up in a smokehouse, it`s dark as what,
But I spot`em in tha corners when they lighters struck,
Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire,
Lie a child of the Lord with a poisonous desire,
Die a `G` tryin` to make change, when I approach`em,
Even though I got a great range, I won`t smoke`em,
I reminisce on the happy times, we spent together,
J.R. High goin` half on dimes and like a feather,
We was floatin` in the wind fool, steady laughin`,
Til` the day somebody killed you and got me askin`

Chorus (4x)

Second Verse:

They tryin` to silence the violence and minus the menace,
But I`m in this to win this tryin` to break a Guieness,
Business as usual, it`s unpredictable,
Critical changes deranges the typical,
I terrorize, paralyze your intentions,
Questions answered on the day of my redemptions,
The lynchings, Smith And Wessons, lessons,
To be taught on the Block of Rock I mention,
Critical dimensions, yes I rest with my Hyna in the shiny sun,
Gotta blunt, I`m tryin` to find me one,
Life dream, thirteen be me number,
On tha right team, Sureest as a youngster,
Live a G-role, actin` a hero, will get`cha below,
I`ll be facin` Ito, but you got your life Repo`ed
Chorus (4x)

3rd Verse:

I got incredible criminals in my subliminal,
Minimal actions and tactics can`t stop my cynical,
Passion I`m blastin`, trashin` the evidence,
Ever since birth, I`m ripped out of innocence,
Isn`t this beautiful? The undisputible,
G fits me suitable, won`t hesitate to shoot a fool,
Up and advance, catch a blast, can you dance?
Like a trick shakin` ass in the back of an ambulance,
In a trance of confusion, havin` illusions,
Of mental institutions bein` my solution,
Who`s in my nutty head, wantin` everybody dead?
Red Rum feel the lead, Come through your bunk bed,
Now Mom said I could reach the sky if I try,
My soul is a lost one,
I`m sleep wakin` with a mutha shotgun,
I gotta pop one

Chorus (4x