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in the Ghetto....it seems like, the whole world....(The ghetto)...A place where Jake don't feel safe'cause the thugs got the block locked downthere's no escape in the...ghetto.There's petty hustlers, they flip fiends and uhour holiday's every first and fifteenthit's the...ghettoA place where some people can't shine for themselvesso when they rob you they just cryin' for helpand it seems like we make the whole world go 'roundan' everybody wanna be downcopy the sounds of the...ghetto.Boys & Girls grow up fastchicken-heads run the streets as soon as they eggs hatchplayers posted up, perkin' perpindicularsearchin' for a way but all they have is the...ghetto.They settle for the street cred instead of trying ta teach headsthe best way to walk in every path in the...ghetto.It's sad 'cause we wanna bust shotsgettin' props for lickin' the block hotyou're messin' up the...ghetto.It's time to make a change for the betterLetras de cancioneslet's start with ourselvesthe world is my sword and it's such a better feelthan the...ghetto.A section where the Jews were restrictedwhere they separated blacks from the world, know ya history...the ghettoMost people wish that they were from but never come'cause they know somebody dumb got a gun in the...ghetto.There's real people that do real thingseverybody don't have bling but we all have dreamsand is seems like they make the whole worldbelieve that there's nothing for you & me exceptdrugs an' BET in the...ghettoA place where Jake don't feel safe'cause the thugs got the block locked downthere's no escape in the...ghetto.There's petty hustlers, they flip fiends and uhour holiday's every first and fifteenthit's the...ghettoA place where some people can't shine for themselvesso when they murder they just cryin' for helpand it seems like we make the whole world go 'roundan' everybody wanna be downcopy the sounds of the...ghetto.Yo it'll make you or break yousome people hate just to see how far it'll take youthe ghetto...is what we need to get out ofwe get distracted an' what happens? We forget 'bout love up in the...ghetto.It's where the single mothers rise up, wise upand put they foot down when times toughand it seems like we make the whole world think thatthere ain't no real men steppin' up to be fathers up in the...ghetto.Afterlife, have the passion of the Christthere'll be ashes spillin' rightso I sacrifice my life 'cause the...ghetto.Tryin' ta kill, Master P fillswhen you a college boy it's hard being a victim of the...ghetto.Jam is about to slam dominoesTheory spits the facts .............and it seems like we got the whole world following trendsthey're even trying to mock ???A place where Jake don't feel safe'cause the thugs got the block locked downthere's no escape in the...ghetto.There's petty hustlers, they flip fiends and uhour holiday's every first and fifteenthit's the...ghettoA place where some people can't shine for themselvesso when they jump you they just cryin' for helpand it seems like we make the whole world go 'roundan' everybody wanna be downcopy the sounds of the...ghetto.yeah...this is dedicated to my cousin Bryan Clark, keep ya head up, baby From Letras Mania