Ghetto

GHETTO

Five kids and babies momma in a two room run down pad

Baby daddies don't come 'round unless they need a warm bed

Mamma's smokin' crack she gets from laying on her back

Half the time she don't know where the kids are at

The kids are trying to hustle out in the streets

The oldest girl gets by for what she does between the sheets

The littlest two are shopping at bodegas every day

The trick is what they take from there they never have to pay

The oldest boy makes a deal trading what he got

Sometimes he does so well he scores a gun and pot

Then there is another boy who isn't so street smart

But he makes enough for food trading quarters for his art

Mamma has another man laid up in her bed

When one of baby daddies come and shoot him in the head

The roach infested rooms are clearly not a home

Even with the six of them they live life on their own

We keep them all from trying with handouts and assistance

It helps fund their little lives of crime with nearly no persistence

If they survive the ghetto they will all be on take

Very few ghetto kids will ever make a break