Ghetto Child

[Intro: Master P] It's crazy out here (uhh) Yo, mama, I'm tryna keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?) Uhh! (uhh) I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mama, won't you pray for your baby? Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it [Verse 1: Master P] I feel like a bird nigga with no wings I'm stuck in this ghetto tryna have a little change My homies killin' up each other 'cause we gotta eat And I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm runnin' from the police I done seen little kids in the projects starvin' I done seen more hoes messin' than 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 'Til I found out Bill Gates had all the money And the media startin' 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 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] Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mama, won't you pray for your baby? Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mama, won't you pray for your baby? Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it [Verse 2: 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 livin' like that That's why the rest of y'all niggas ain't never gone through it How many niggas in the penn 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 they lives? WHY? Why you gotta make your mama cry? HUH? She tell you stay off of the street 'cause that's where you gon' die But you don't listen 'cause your mind is one track and your head is hard And your gettin' flipped, and your talkin' back Showin' your ass, actin' 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 I done saw it all, and it was cool when it started off Now the nigga's duckin' bullets like dodge-balls Niggas got me scared to plant my seed Fear of how it's gon' grow Livin' in a messed up world, in a messed up time I'm tellin' ya, you can't do shit no more It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands That's why I'm prayin' 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 strugglin', tryna get out the ghetto They constantly tryna make it to mars [Chorus] Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mama, won't you pray for your baby? Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mama, won't you pray for your baby? Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it [Verse 3: Silkk The Shocker] Dear mama pray for your son Hopin' I can make it through this game Wishin' I can change, I've been through so much Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain Only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinkin' Hennessy But I can't get too high, 'cause I keep my eyes on my enemies I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days Penitentiary close, but you know what? Cemeteries ain't that far away Before I die I'm tryna make the whole world feel Like our people scared to stand here The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers Now look through the eyes of this ghetto child influenced by the street Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from sirens from the police See now my life ain't 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 died little cousin told me this Get you somethin' 'cause cemeteries 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 liked to scream when I came home from jail Told: my best friend turned into a fiend I ain't gonna lie, my conscience ain't clear When I close my eyes But you gotta realize, God forgive me I'm just out here, tryna survive They cut welfare and health care That shit gotta stop I got a positive note, my auntie havin' a baby Congratulations, she on rocks [Chorus] Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mama, won't you pray for your baby? Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mama, won't you pray for your baby? Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it