Jasper Sawyer - In The Ghetto Lyrics
Verse 1:Walking back from school on a street called Martin Luther KingWhat a scene, cause the kids there don't have a dreamGuessing am I really differentAll straight A's, but my family act beligerentBut then I look at Raymond next doorThe class clown don't think it's funny anymoreHis little sister screaming daddy don't hurt usCause an animal can kill at the circusLes Miserable can't put a dent in thePain of the children playing by the fenceFaces of the fatherlessLocked in the pen, it's Ghetto Miserable happening againFacebook obituary dead at twenty sevenBabies born with daddy up in ghetto heavenI'm not ashamed, to say my mama saved meBut I can feel the pain of my people going crazyChorus:I'm not ashamed, I won't lie, my mama saved meAnother baby born in the ghettoOnly God knows why, angels come stand byHear the children cry in the ghettoVerse 2:My mama kept me out of the ghettoBut still bout half my family trapped in the ghetto,So part of me is enjoying this filet mignonThe other part is drowning from the guilt of moving onDope boys lovin it everyday they hustlingMy cousin keep having babiesBut never do enough for themCompany meetings to profit from the strifeThen company parties to make wrong feel rightMy granny died young in the ghettoEverything crumbled when she left she was conquering the egosMy brother's gone Smegol it's Lord of the RingsThe Lord of the hood-lifeThug made KingOld enough to see the truth now it's not as glamorousLosing your baby brother that's not the half of it,Mommy sells foods stamps, tryna cash inShe'll never get a job so they'll never raise her rentGovernment assistance keeps her submissiveI hate to see the ghetto kids minds left defenselessThere go my old hood seeing the familiarCrazy how my family never gonna leave hereAnother baby born in the slums of the projectsA brilliant mind could come up and deify itBut still not as cool as it looking on the the tv,This is ghetto Rome and the people die easyChorus:I'm not ashamed, I won't lie my mama saved meAnother baby born in the ghettoOnly God knows why, angels come stand byHear the children cry in the ghettoBridge:I'm riding down Jefferson, yeah 1803God gave me protection, growing up on these streetsGot friends gone to heaven, it could've been meAnd I still got people in the ghetto and I love them, and they love meChorusBridge Repeat
