Ghetto Child (Feat. Master P & Silkk 'The Shocker')

It's crazy out here
I'm tryna keep my head strong

I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it

I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this ghetto tryna 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 messy than Marvin
See in the ghetto, the sun, it barely shine
But so many niggas in jail in the welfare line
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Till 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 prejudice on us all
Commodity powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
But why the government sold us drugs and charge us to clean us up
Gave us rehabs and high interest student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight we call it home

I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it

It's real, when you can do whatever you want do, when you want do it
Ain't too many niggas out there living like that
That's why the rest of y'all niggas ain't never go through it
How many niggas in the pen, how many
Niggas in the cemetery don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need?
How many innocent children in the ghetto gotta lose their lives?
Tell me why, why you gotta make your mama cry?
Huh, she told you stay out the street cause that's where you gon' die
But you don't listen cause your mind
Is one trick and your head is hard
And you're getting flipped and you're talking back
Showing your ass, acting straight up off the wall
Let me talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
But that's far and all, I done saw it all
It was cool when it started off
Now the niggas ducking bullets like dodgeball
Niggas got me scared to plant a seed, fear of how it's gon' grow
Living in a messed up world and a messed up time
I'm telling you, you can't do shit no more
It's bigger than us, it's out of my hands
That's why I'm praying to God, oh heavenly father
Keep my head above the water
It's your world, but we your children, your sons and your daughters
We struggling, trying to get out the ghetto
And they constantly trying to make it to mars

I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it

Dear mama, pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
Wishing I could change, I've been through so much
Seen so many things, I couldn't find the words to explain
Only way to avoid stress, to get high by drinking Hennessy
But I can't get too high, so I keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times, but there gon' be some harder days
Penitentiary close but you know what, cemeteries ain't that far away
Before I die, I'm trying to make the whole world feel us
I got people scared to stand near us
Cause the way we express ourselves
They think that we all some killers
Now look through the eyes of this
Ghetto child, influenced by the streets
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from sirens from the police
Now my life ain't been the same, man, life as a thug
If I had to draw a picture of my life
I'd have to paint my picture in blood
Closest homie died, before he died he looked up and told me this
"Get you some, cause cemeteries packed with
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 gon' 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
Told my best friend turned to a fiend
I ain't gon' lie, my conscience ain't clear when I close my eyes
But you gotta realize that God forgive
Me, I'm just out here tryna survive
They cut welfare and healthcare, that shit's gotta stop
But I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby
Congratulations, she on rocks

I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it