Ja Rule, Lloyd - Where I'm From lyrics

Umm hey comin from Where I'm From
(I'm from) ohhh yea

Kids get killed in ghettos
Shot up over their Carmelo's
While they mom was at home
Tears hittin the pillow
Reverend in the middle of
A sermon and funereal
Shed a tear cause they lost a son
The same way a year ago
It's the same egospiritual
We thuggin in harmony
They say death brings life
There exchange no robbery
If I'm wrong pardon me
Me I'm just tired of poverty
Why them niggas in the hood
Never hit the lottery
Unless they go lottery
First round in the draft
First we dustin off the rounds and
We slip in the mag'
Then we slip on the masks
And go out and mash
And we call it feeding our family
Ya'll call it a tragedy, Damn
How I could just kill a man
His blood flow like a river and rinse
His blood off of my hand
If you hearing me speak please
Lord give me a chance
Please forgive me of my sins
Cause we cleansed where I'm from

Me and my niggas ride
Even when the sun don't shine
And it's cold outside
I never run in or hide
Cause some niggas hate it
But, I can't get faded cause I done made it
Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these
Ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from Where I'm From (I'm from)
We all walk back in line (yeah)

Now everybody know that everybody said
Nobody can hide from beef except but us
Who surprised when these kids get
Killed on the streets
Look how these animals eat that's
How they talk bout us
While they shed they joke and laugh
Puttin a choke round us
Can I get a moment of SILENCE
Cause they claimin it's the Murderers
That's causing all the violence
What bout the ones that protect
To serve our honor poppin the blue colla'
With shots soon to follow
The ghettos in horror
Cause in this boy shot went back
And now the neighborhood hot and
He can't move the crack
When it's all about the dollars
And he'll individually get murdered
Cause money is power
But then these snitch's get to talking
And it's colder than ours
Cuffed and crimed on the bus
Heading straight to the Island
He was only 13, but tried as an adult in
The highest of courts
Cause ain't no more children in
The ghetto where I'm from

We ain't all killers in prison
Matter fact that's a stereo
Typical thought of livin
Cause they don't know about the hood
And them love in it
Summer time top down with the wood finish
Pushin hard uptown windows slightly tinted
Back to back Benz and jeeps
Blowin weed with my niggas
On our way to a house party
Gonna fuck with some bitchs
Let's get some liquor for shorty who
Said she make us some chicken
And if we get 'em drunk enough
We probably could freak em, and do it every
Other weekend
If I don't have to kill niggas
I never would leave the ghetto
I'm like an angel that put on a halo
Cradle the grave of my niggas that we
Lost in the ghetto
Cause where I'm from in the ghetto
We rock white tee's and nike's
Roll 3 dice and name our dope ice cream
Set trends and ya'll follow our lead
But in New Yitti niggas follow they dreams
Where I'm from

Now I lay me down and sleep
And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take
(Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take)