Another Sad Ghetto Song (feat. DJ Population)

Dear lord what have I done wrong

I’m trying my best to stay strong

But living in poverty I no right so I do wrong

Why we suffer my family has enough of this pain

It’s getting rougher this haters trying to mess with my brain

I’m looking for work but it seems like a can’t come up

Except Mickey Dee’s at 10.25 I’m tired of busting my butt for a buck

Why you got all that You living like a fat cat

 Man, I wanna tap your rich ass, but Popo don't play that shit

 My son's a daddy that loves him too, it's all good

 But I'm scared of my little one being raised up in a hood

 And see the dirt that you do, and don't wanna be like me

 But you ain't shit but a thug just selling them pipe dreams

 My baby mama be talking shit cause she don't understand

 I know she loves me, but at the same time she got a man

 My mama's getting sick, I'm hating this, I'm feeling her pain

She work for so many years ain’t got a dam thang.

She went so work one day to told me that the work was gone

Because the hatas spent the money on there family homes

They had to cutback for her I’m thinking like fuck that

The richer get rich the poor get poorer but they cover up that shit

The whole system is fucked unemployment don’t last

All of this politicians can kiss my blac ass

I go out robbing rich folks and catch one to the dome

It’s just another sad ghetto song

I be hustling all day I be hustling all night, impatiently waiting, nothing I do ever goes right

 The forecast is stormy, that's the story of my life

 Sitting on the runway, waiting to take flight

 It's just another sad ghetto song, it's on

 I be hustling all night, impatiently waiting, nothing I do ever goes right

 The forecast is stormy, that's the story of my life

 Sitting on the runway, waiting to take flight

 My next door neighbor, he's 16 years old and he's having a baby

 Because of these streets he had no father to raise him

So he had to be hard he living that thug life

 Yeah that's the story of my life

 Sitting on the runway, waiting to take flight

 Say I'll be working all day, I'll be hustling all night

 I'm impatiently waiting, nothing I do ever goes right

 Say my forecast is stormy, that's the story of my life

 I'm just sitting on the runway, waiting to take flight

 I've been working all day, I've been hustling all night

 I'm impatiently waiting, nothing I do ever goes right

 My forecast is stormy, that's the story of my life

 I'm just sitting on the runway, waiting to take flight