Everything's Gonna Be Alright (Ghetto Bastard)

[Skit]

Nurse Johnson, is the mother still in the recovery room?

Yes, Dr. Blair

Okay, I'll go to the waiting room and inform the father it's a boy

I'm afraid there is no father, sir

Another ghetto bastard, huh?

I'm afraid so

Well, put him with the rest of the born losers

Alright, doctor, a shame, isn't it?

Not a shame, a problem (Dr. Blair, Dr. Blair, Dr. J. Hamilton, Dr. J. Hamilton)

[Intro]

Smooth it out (Alright)

This is a story about the drifter

Who waited for the worst, 'cause the best lived 'cross town

Who never planned on having, so didn't

Why me, huh?

[Chorus]

Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)

Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)

Everything's gonna be alright now (Alright)

Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)

[Verse 1: Treach]

Some get a little and some get none

Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half-done

I was one who never had and always mad

Never knew my dad, motherfuck the fag

Well, anyway, I did pickups, lift-and-click-ups

Seen many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hiccups

I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed

My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out

I walked the strip with just a clip, who want a hit?

They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent

I threw in braids, I wasn't paid enough

I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut

I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed

I got upset, I got a TEC and a banana clip

Was down to throw the lead to any telling tackhead

I still'd been broke, so a lot of good it woulda did

Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none

Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one?

Why when I was a kid and played, I was a sad one?

And always wanted to live like this or that one

[Chorus]

Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)

Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)

Everything's gonna be alright now (Alright)

Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)

[Verse 2: Treach]

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects

Living in the slums with bums, I said, "Now why, Treach

Do I have to be like this?" Mama said I'm priceless

So why am I worthless? Starving is just what being nice get

Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though

To stop the hell, I would've ended things a while ago

I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack

War scars, stolen cars, and a blackjack (Alright)

Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?

Say something positive? Well, positive ain't where I live

I live right around the corner from West Hell

Two blocks from South Shit and once in a jail cell

The sun never shone on my side of the street, see

And only once or twice a week, I would speak

I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home

I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids with cars of chrome

Some life, if you ain't wear gold, your style was old

And you got more juice than dough for every bottle sold

Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way

But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play

I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin', knowin' no one and not now

How will I do it? How will I make it? I won't, that's how

Why me, huh?

[Chorus]

Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)

Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)

Everything's gonna be alright now (Alright)

Everything's gonna be alright (Alright)

[Verse 3: Treach]

My third year into adulthood and still a knucklehead

I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said

I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the street at night

Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sexing Freddy's wife (Alright)

Some say I'm rolling on, nothing but a dog now

I answer that with a "Fuck you," and a bow-wow

'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week

Than a fly flowing in doo-doo on the concrete

I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong

Since I was born, that's my life, oh, you don't know this song?

So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand

All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn

If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet

And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?

In Illtown, pure luck got stuck-up, props got shot

Don't worry got hit by a flurry and his punk ass dropped

But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast

They teach in schools I'm the misfit y'all will outlast

But that's cool with the fool, smack 'em backwards

That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

[Outro: Treach]

If you ain't ever been to the ghetto

Don't ever come to the ghetto

'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto

And stay the fuck out of the ghetto (Alright)

Why me? (Alright)

Why me?

(Alright)

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