The World is a Ghetto GEEmix

[Intro] Kids is what make me feel so good See you looking at the glory that's coming up into the future of life See the younger youth is what's gonna make everything to keep going After I done passed down the hill Young and black! [Verse 1: Marcus Eugene] Uh, young, gifted and I'm black Uh, young, gifted and I rap Young and gifted, but I don't got a strap So I hope nobody try to run up on me with the mac Like "blat!" Lay a nigga flat But let me fall back cause I ain't into all that As I get back to the trap When I say I'm trappin', that just mean I'm tryna stack Tryin' not to get caught up where I'm at In the 'jects where the mice gettin' cheese with the rats That's where I be's, and these is the facts The world is a ghetto, we all know who's Geppetto Angel on your shoulder, in your ear you got the devil People change like leaves that them dope boys peddle Blow trees like flowers in the meadow Life's a breeze, you know me, I'm just tryin' not to settle Cause these streets still cold like metal When it's heat, it ain't sweet And them shots ain't Jell-O So, props to them niggas takin' shots like Melo From the block, just tryna reach the top like "hello!" Uh, then we sayin' our good-byes Glory for the villains, no love for the good guys A system of bad people that's tellin' us good lies That's life as you know it, you lookin' through hood eyes [Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] x2 Don't you know That it's true That for me And for you The world is a ghetto [Interlude] Then there's a lot of funky things in this country And there's a lot of good things too But there's more funky than good We've changed some for the best Awful lot of cases for the worst And some, they have not changed at all [Verse 2: Starks] From a ghetto where fathers don't even father Mothers don't even bother 'Less it's about a lotto Do anything for a dollar Yeah, they givin' head just to get ahead Provin' they ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow They bottle full of sorrow Pain is deeper than cargo pockets I wouldn't knock it, I just want better for my note Yeah, I know we all different But we'll always be the same 'til we change our endin' Man, we gotta change our mind before we change our livin' And if we never change our mind we in the same position But niggas is niggas And bitches, well, they still bitches Instead of brothers and sisters Man, this shit is ridiculous I guess I'm still ridiculous Hollerin' at shorty like "hey, yo, let me get yo' digits" Then a man get offended Then a pistol get grippin' And he shoot and he missin' He don't care who he hittin' Another senseless victim All from ghetto livin' [Hook] x2 [Interlude] Dude, we got to get our minds together! Anytime a brother was shot another brother in his own neighborhood Then go to his funeral and turn over his own casket They need to have the police down there Cause see the niggas is N.A.A.C.P Niggas ain't actin' like colored people If I can't work and make it, I steal and take it They come up to me with a nigga who can put air in a bottle and sell it He can do it man A nigga can sell anything [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] As I watch the sky change colors The rain flooded the neighborhoods of the black brothers The black mothers are stressing, the coroners have covered Another statistic, episodes of a cold summer The street runners got the same legs of Michael Johnson The fast life surpassed life beyond the conscience Profanity in the air, the children use the content The vanity's in the air, that Louis bag: haunted The black girl with the hair, that's kind of coarse Her baby daddy's in court, she smoking on a Newport Seventeen with dreams of becoming a stripper Or becoming an AIDS victim while touching them zippers The life that we living in, things we would do just to live again How can an angel forever live in sin? [Hook] x4 [Outro] You know, anybody that uses somebody else to gain is pimpin' Well, I tell you what soul brother, lookie here Can't nobody pimp you but your pimp ass self You understand? Then there's a lot of funky things in this country And there's a lot of good things too But there's more funky than good Shit ain't gettin' better We've changed some for the best Awful lot of cases for the worst And some, they have not changed at all