Quela Queen of Hearts & Jamal Rashon - Ghetto (feat. Tone Mitch)

If you were raised by the streets, make it your time to shine
Just trying to survive everyday is like a 9-5
Growing up in a household, the streets would parent you
Something like jumping out a plane without a parachute
Something like walking through life blind without a pair of shoes
No politician made real changes in their issues
It's like a family tradition being raised without a father
Trapped in the systems submission being leashed without a collar
Find roll model in a bottle, took on personality traits
Taught how to cope with the pain of increased fatality rates
Doing a stretch in the pen, is something boarding school
Getting your wings can be life threatening, paid in full
I don't blame angels that chose not to watch over us
Shells rain from so many angles, don't blink, take cover, bust
Baby sister took one in the lung, she drowned in her sleep
Constant state of mourning keeps you numb to another casualty
Is it the ghetto or the streets that makes me wanna cry
Feels like we standing line, till it's our time to die
Trapped in the darkness of life, in search for the light
Praying on god to save us, so we can be aight
Is it the ghetto in a nigga that make me spill liquor
Or the trigger that pays my bills quicker than flicks flicker
It's got me feeling sicker when the thick get thicker
Than hoes that grab poles and get the rich richer
You know the feeling right, when it's your time to die
When it's your time to ride, when it's your time to cry
You're feeling numb inside, but it'll be all right
Just close your eyes, go to the light, don't apologize
For living inside this prison, where it's void of bars
Decisions and the schisms that's only taught to our
You trap my body, but you can't hold my soul
Got clapped at a party tryna fill me wit holes, on God
Is it the ghetto or the streets that makes me wanna cry
Feels like we standing line, till it's our time to die
Trapped in the darkness of life, in search for the light
Praying on god to save us, so we can be aight
Yo
Why so many friends and family had to loose their life
Gunned down in the streets, run out of tears to cry
Pray the streets go easy on my little seeds I'm raising
School Sandbox loading with empty shell casings
It's hard to keep ya head up looking down at dead bodies
First they snatched tt Vicki and then they stole my cousin D
Family reunions come several times every single year
You'd better show up cause next time, they may not be here
Always chasing for an outlet down every dark corner
Relax and put all bullshit aside, inhale the marijuana
When niggas out they mind, streets light up like the 4th of July
Modern day blacksmith, let the steel forge your life
Strung out mothers on the block, 20 bucks a pop
Stick to the G code, watch for undercover cops
Even the deacon at the church got his hands dirty
He turned states evidence, and gave his man's 30
Is it the ghetto or the streets that makes me wanna cry
Feels like we standing line, till it's our time to die
Trapped in the darkness of life, in search for the light
Praying on god to save us, so we can be aight
Is it the ghetto or the streets that makes me wanna cry
Feels like we standing line, till it's our time to die
Trapped in the darkness of life, in search for the light
Praying on god to save us, so we can be aight

Written by:
Antonio Mitchel, Jamal LaChapelle

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