[fredro starr] A lot of things have changed since i grown up Half my brothaz got locked half got blown up! From playin' '2 hands touch'and the games in the street But the games ain't the same now we playin' with heat See this danger! in my building they're rollin' dice there Ain't nuthin' nice there who dare with ice there?! My hallway ain't right wrong way to the thugs in the doorway Peace kid i'm out, no doubt! we just hangin' on the corner Puffin' trees as tryin' to stay warm, sippin' ??? jezus! Problems after problem, it keeps involvin' They got us starvin', that's why we out rottin' (knah'm sayin'?) These days i can't remember like the 6th of december I think it was september nah, maybe it was november (what?!) This kid got rocked, just was steppin' on some sneakers Heard from tamica, he's gettin' buried in a speaker Cuz his mom's was on that *inhaling*, gettin' laced She got smokin' it! she took one bad hit
[chorus] Aiyyo (yo!), you can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go Aiyyo (yo!), you can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go Aiyyo (yo!), you can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go Aiyyo (yo yo!), you can't escape the ghetto Hell no, it's everywhere you go
[sonsee] I'm not your rolemodel, i drink the whole bottle Dont' follow nobody, cuz you'll never know tomorrow Just look around, everywhere!, it's dispersed It ain't no care, hate, and good times is rare Or seldom last long, they always fade it With my fam is dyin' over money and gettin' incarcerated Yeah! just to be as patistic, it's sadistic Too realistic, we doin' this quik! The other night kids got bad, got 'em kids build intend They caught a law's news spread(?) Last week they was blazin' on the corner, bullets ricochet It's somebody's baby, had they kid maybe dead They sold it from the ???, they say delease Livin' in the ghetto...rest in peace
Hates where i'm from, the good tie up The sky is grey, we never see sun The ghetto-life is: 'live and let live'
All the day to day
[sticky fingaz] It all began when shorty rocked, took the law in his own hand Sick of seein' his mom's gettin' beat up by his old man So he did what any kid would've done Went into the closet, got his pop's gun Who need enemy when you got family? It's hard to get a job when you look like me (word up!) See people don't just rob cuz they all unemployment Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment Brrrr, it's cold, this world is freezin' Folks get murdered over no-pair raisin'(no!) Packin' they backs, talkin' 'bout they leavin' But where ya gonna go? you can't escape the ghetto! You see more when you high, even less when you low You can't run from your own ??? home
- ESCRITORES - FRED JR. SCRUGGS,KIRK JONES,TYRONE TAYLOR
- PUBLICADA POR - UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING GROUP