Talib Kweli, Common, Anthony Hamilton - Ghetto Show lyrics

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all
Bless the mic with the gods
Precious metals round our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all
Bless the mic with the gods
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all
Bless the mic with the gods
Precious metals round our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all
Bless the mic with the gods

Whatever's in your heart is where
You want to be my hood is the ghetto
Even when you look it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind then begin again
My hood is the ghetto



Black magic in the hood
It's tragic but understood
Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood
Even what's bad becomes good
Status becomes stood
Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show
Federal buildings
Pissy hallways filled with
Children pushing children
Fiends lips peeling, shit seems real and
What's real is the estate of
Mind that we're in
The situation feels great
My man peels weight, so he can fill plates
You might get love but you still feel hate
With gang shakes and chain clinks
We communicate
Chicago to Brooklyn nigga real ones do relate

If lyrics sold, then truth be told
I'd probably be just as rich
And famous as JAY-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do a
Record with Common Sense
Cause it's the music, the
Blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, Rock and Roll, the
Hip-hop that we producin', yea
It's the gear, it's the flare
It's the stare
Nowadays they'll shoot you where they
Used to shoot the fair
Remember lost soldiers, pour a beer
Shoot the air
We got our own elected officials
No matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking about
From New York to the South
Take off your shoes when you
Walk in the house

Whatever's in your heart is where
You want to be my hood is the ghetto
Even when you look it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

Yo, I grew up where they're playin'
Skelly in the parking lot
And sell paintings of Aaliyah
BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you don't really
See the stars a lot but rappin', drinkin'
And goin' to prison you see them bars a lot
I feel the spirit in the dark
And hear it in my heart
And always keep my ears to the
Block till I dearly depart
Hip-hop is really the art
We have to express the part of ourselves
That make us want to martyr ourselves
It ain't harder to tell
When somebody stick you
Up and put the hammer to you
They want them dead presidents
Like sticman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw
These kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or more

A man in front of the store
Beggin' for money and mercy
I told him say a prayer under his breath
He cursed me
Niggas is thirsty I heard it's a drought
Up early
Servin' from their grandmother's house
Sometimes the ghetto feels desolate
The eyes of the hood yo is desperate
Affected by the deficit
Times and lessons get hard
Either get by or get God
But you try to get by
It's like the block keep blockin'
You try to make moves
It's like the car keep stoppin'
These shorties in the court, need Cochran yea
I tell them while the weed seeds poppin'
In the game you need options
No time for feet watchin'
Me and Kwe keep rockin' for the ghetto

Whatever's in your heart is where
You want to be my hood is the ghetto
Even when you look it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind then begin again
My hood is the ghetto
Whatever's in your heart is where
You want to be my hood is the ghetto
Even when you look it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind then begin again
My hood is the ghetto