Ghetto Village

Would you like to go with me down my dead end street?

Would you like to come with me to feel that ghetto life?

Let me tell you 'bout the village where I dwell, it's a

Living hell still tryin' to make a heaven outta this right here

Watching for the postman hoping for paper

Please stop the bus, mister driver, wait up, we got

Rock fights where the dead end meets

The stop lights is out, so it's dead in the streets

The county line look long, but I'm kinda hungry

So I pack a sack lunch and got on

Late for class again, it's half past ten

And mom's gon' whoop my ass again

Now and then I get the feelin' that the world is mine

I start sittin' back watchin' time fly by

But uh, I'm so proud to say

That the ghetto is the reason that I'm loud today

And you come get a glimpse of what's happenin'

See for yourself how it is where I live at

Would you like to go with me down my dead end street?

Would you like to come with me to feel that ghetto life?

It shouldn't take long to see, the place that belongs to me

It's all good, ain't nothin' like home to me

No diplomas but I, got some knowledge out of

My other partners that made it up outta here

And not a whole lot of us get rich

But like the old saying goes, ain't life a bitch

Ah shit, the landlord just raised the rent, fuck that

Them old days done came and went, like this

There's more ways you can use your time instead of

Looking for shit that you used to find

By the age of sixteen you finally come to grips

Livin' life like this and nothin' else mean shit

Looking for a smooth getaway

Cool, 'cause soon I'll see a better day

And if not, then I gots to deal with it

I ain't makin' this up, hell naw, it's real ****

Would you like to go with me down my dead end street?

Would you like to come with me to feel that ghetto life?

No more surprises,  hopin' I can open your eyes

And so I'm trying, instead of lookin' up in the sky

I'm in the fast lane speed dreaming

Nappin' on cruise control, please believe it

In my city when you see it at night, look different than it does in the day

Ain't no tellin' what'll happen if it wasn't this way

I ain't trippin' off of shit, it's a good thing

I made a name off the local neighborhood gang

And at that time I started rhymin'

And set up a hill without help to start climbin'

And I've been around this for a minute

You gotta get your own mix and get with it

I made myself, learn to pay myself

****, the game don't wait, so I'ma stay myself

And now you can go and tell another ****

On how the real ones is livin' in the ghetto

Would you like to go with me down my dead end street?

Would you like to come with me to feel that ghetto life?

Would you like to go with me down my dead end street?

Would you like to come with me to feel that ghetto life?