P. Diddy - Child Of The Ghetto lyrics

It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh) Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?) Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it I feel like a bird n***a with no wings I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change My homies k**ing up each other cause we gotta eat And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police I done seen little kids in the projects starving I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines But so many n***as in jail and the welfare lines And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money And the media starting east and west coast wars I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up But why the government sold us d** 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 Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it It's real when you can do whatever you want to do when you want to do it Ain't to many n***as out there living like that That's why the rest of you n***as aint never gone through it How many n***as in the penn how many n***as in the cemetary don't know why? How many strikes y'all n***as need How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives? WHY!!!! Why you gotta make your momma cry? HUH!!!! She take you out of the street cause that's where you gonna die But you won't listen cause your mind is one track and your head is hard And your getting flipped, and your talking back Showing your ashy act, a** 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 And sore and all, it's cool when it started off Now n***as duckin bullets like dodgeballs n***as got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow Living in a messed up time, a messed up court I'm telling ya, you can't do sh** no more! It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands that's why I'm praying to God Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water Cause it's your world, and we your children your sons and your daughters We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto trying to make it to mars!!! Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game Wishing I can change, I've been through so much Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries aint that far away Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel like our people scared to stand there The way we express ourself, they think that we all some k**ers But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police See now my life aint been the same n***a, 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 die little cousin told me this Get you something cause cemetaries packed full of n***as 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 like to scream when I came home from jail When I was told best friend turned into a fiend I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive They cut welfare and health care, that sh** gotta stop I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby Congratulations, she on rocks Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it