... of the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto That's why I know the things I know! In the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto And some of my friends
walk with the eyes of a child And a smile so innocent and a heart so militant Brain's got an ill intent so be intense Some friends at the margin Making
road to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
when my homie bleed Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese I watched his soul leave his clothes left
like they stars Just to get a rep's before you step how you aim for the Jaguar You sold your soul to the devil I can't do nothin for ya, man, cause you
was a road At the end I would win lots of pots of gold I turned 6, learned quick, but I lost control Around 7, the devil tried to bottle my soul Then
Mind, everyBody, no other than Soul Brother Was living in a-whole-nother, all help He received, he believed, was the way God dealt With his life, but some
to follow I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
