There's never a good day 'cause in my hood they Let they AK's pump strays where the kids play And every Halloween check out the murder scene Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
My homies dyin' 'fore they get to see they birthdays These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto and if it does Does it matter if you blood or you 'cuz Remember how it was? The picnics and the parties in the projects Small time drinkin' gettin' high with the mamis
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter I'm dealin' with the madness, raised by a single mother I'm tryin' to tell you when it's on, you gotta keep your head To the sky and be strong, most of all hold on