Freestyle Fellowship - Ghetto Youth lyrics

Ghetto youth, what a struggle was the proof
Ghetto youth youth youth

While your was in your pro keds
Playing hide go get it, spin the bottle
Me and my niggas were pushing mo-peds
And yanking back the throttle
Before I learned the art
I was selling go-karts and bike parts, yep
Young arnett, aka aristotle
The biggest and most colourfulness marble
The wittiest and the host
Instigating all the squabbles
I grew with all the rockwilers
Scholars and shot callers
Peep, 48-08 arkan? street
Honestly ain't nobody been represtenting
As long as me i sing a sad song
For all my real niggas rest in peace

All ghetto youth hold tight
Your time will come

I started out against the odds
Live and stereo
Type just a ghetto youth eating cereal
A good kid with potentual college material
Gave it up to the be the mic grand imperial
Here we go another freestyle fellow adventure
How bout' another rendezvous
For the inventors
The party's maybe hard to find
But well worth it you know we got all the
Flavors to make it perfect
My people always try to tell me
We should comercialize, realize, socialize
So you can optimize i try to tell em'
We run our own enterprize
We keep it wise not like though's other guys
All factory more than satisfactory
The underground is backing me
Suckers is hacking me
But i still keep it all in perspective
Acceptic eclectric respect my collective

All ghetto youth hold tight
Your time will come

My daddy was a jazzy pimp about alabama
But he could of had a bit
Of trinidadian up in his grammer
And my momma had a gypsy type wisconsin slang
I was concieved after a swanson tv dinner
Couple amphetamines 3 reals of snow
Dark strong liqour winston lights
I grew up with the name mike
I would've taken flight under the
Kids that call me white my foster parents
Were molly and dudley slaughter?
My old dad and old erb?
Had to get restraining orders
When I turned 9 I moved in with elaine
Nobody in my family has my last name
I used to fight with my teachers
Run from the church and the preachers
Smoking the reefer with skeezers
Under over my junior high school bleachers
Having amatuer sex with
Dorsey high cheerleaders
Killer cali b-boy and radio trying adidas
My productive enviroment
Oops, over achievers
I have knowledge of self
And I still believe in jesus

All ghetto youth hold tight
Your time will come