qwe - Born and Raised in the Ghetto | Текст песни

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• Born and Raised in the Ghetto

Until its my time to come
when it goes down
And die young
With the good ones they call us,
Thugs and hooglums,
Learn to believe
like the Qur’ans and Muslims
When its war
we all ride the whole hood comes,

The sky slopes
for niggas with high hopes
politition hand in your pocket
trying to buy votes
Staring out the barrel of a parascope
Got us screaming in the megaphone
Leave us alone
My Nigga’s leave home
but they aint leavin the Chrome
And you dont really want a peice so just
Leave it alone

Still in the hood looking good
But theese ghetto kids looking out
they aint learning shit about
What life has been about
When your out there
and very scared ya with me
We are the inner city
P come and get me out the block
Before my raw toddler rots
And my tall todelr dots

feeling the sting of the draws
Cops stay working the beat
Young thugs walking the street
They carrying heat
And they swearing and brawls
Cold hearted dots
Reppin Canada’s First block
Regent Park the Ghetto

Another Shot rang out
From a young king holdin something
he couldn’t handle
Pops never took time to teach him
Like Son Make sure
you have a firm grip on anything your squeezing
You play the streets all four seasons
You never had a reason to forfeit
But they can pop up
Rearange you mug
NOw thats what you get when you fuck wwith a thug,

You can tell the judge
Im fighting til the case gone
in a place when the weak are starviing
and the strong gets prayed on
days long,
Nights longer with drama,
Unfolds, Shhhh, Unloads
NObody knows thats street Code

So the ghetto to me and ghetto to you
So save all them thoughts
of what you thikn the ghetto can be
Snotty nose kids running round
oh so clean
This park is full of dirty cream with nothing but big dreams,
Of one day making that big Cream,
It would seem,
So hard to shake it,
and its hard to face it,
So many broken Hearted faces,
Doing whatever it takes,
Whatever the stakes to make it,

Regent Park Masses
the thats cool rock Classics
Sunday in the park rolling up Caspers,
Fast cash with the flip
Bills its to real,
To handle on the Beach so we kkeep it in the streets,

And you ask me why i ask this way,
Im ffrom a park where we dont play,
And thats why i rap this way
For all my people who have nothing,
trying to have something,
For anybody keeping it true,
This ones for you,

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