Mystikal, Silkk the Shocker, Master P - Ghetto Child lyrics

It's crazy out here (uhh)
Yo, mama, I'm tryna keep my head strong
(whats up Mystikal?)
Uhh! (uhh) I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it

I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this ghetto tryna
Have a little change
My homies killin' up each other
'cause we gotta eat
And I ain't trippin' 'cause I'm
Runnin' from the police
I done seen little kids
In the projects starvin'
I done seen more hoes messin' than Marvin
See in the ghetto, the sun it barely shines
But so many niggas in jail
And the welfare lines
And all my life I thought
Bill Clinton ran the country
'Til I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media startin' east
And west coast wars i'm from the south
Where they prejudice on us all
Commodity powdered milk and eggs
Don't fill us up
But why the government sold us drugs
And charges to clean us up
Gave us three halves and
High interest student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight
We call it home

Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it

It's real when you can do
Whatever you want to do
When you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out
There livin' like that
That's why the rest of y'all niggas
Ain't never gone through it
How many niggas in the penn
How many niggas in the
Cemetery don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the
Ghetto gotta lose they lives?
WHY? Why you gotta make your mama cry?
HUH? She tell you stay off of the
Street 'cause that's where you gon' die
But you don't listen 'cause your mind is
One track and your head is hard
And your gettin' flipped
And your talkin' back showin' your ass
Actin' straight up off the wall
Lemme talk to y'all, don't think
It's too hard to fall
But that's far and all i done saw it all
And it was cool when it started off
Now the nigga's duckin' bullets
Like dodge balls
Niggas got me scared to plant my seed
Fear of how it's gon' grow
Livin' in a messed up world
In a messed up time
I'm tellin' ya, you can't do shit no more
It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands
That's why I'm prayin' to God
Oh, Heavenly Father
Keep my head above the water
It's your world, but we your children
Your sons and your daughters
We strugglin', tryna get out the ghetto
They constantly tryna make it to mars

Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it

Dear mama pray for your son
Hopin' I can make it through this game
Wishin' I can change
I've been through so much
Seen so many things
Couldn't find the words to explain
Only way to avoid stress is to get high
By drinkin' Hennessy
But I can't get too high
'cause I keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times
But there gonna be some harder days
Penitentiary close
But you know what? Cemeteries
Ain't that far away
Before I die I'm tryna make
The whole world feel
Like our people scared to stand here
The way we express ourself
They think that we all some killers
Now look through the eyes of this
Ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots
Wake up from sirens from the police
See now my life ain't been the same nigga
Life as a thug
If I had to draw a picture of my life
I have to paint my picture in blood
Closest homie died
Before he died little cousin told me this
Get you somethin' 'cause cemeteries
Packed full of niggas who had
Dreams to be rich so keep your head up
To all my ghetto children
It was hard to tell my family one day
I was gonna grow up to make millions
When I told them
They seemed to laugh at my so called dream
I liked to scream when I came home from jail
Told: my best friend turned into a fiend
I ain't gonna lie, my conscience ain't clear
When I close my eyes
But you gotta realize, God forgive me
I'm just out here, tryna survive
They cut welfare and health care
That shit gotta stop i got a positive note
My auntie havin' a baby
Congratulations, she on rocks

Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Uhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhh! I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child tryna make it