Shawnna - Ghetto Fairy Tails lyrics

[Whisperin: x4] These are my ghetto fairytales... These are my ghetto fairytales Sit back and just listen to what I'm spittin' cause I'm cold I'm straight reminiscing on all my n***as dead and gone See when I was young I was just so dumb and didn't know How quickly the reaper would come and creap up for your soul I play with them n***as that like to live it by the chase They told me whatever you do just keep your body safe Pitbull in the front and my german shepard by the gates Blowing blunts of that broccoli to keep my body out of space And I heard bout my n***a they send up to their face And they sayin' it's probable when the feds investigate Gotta do what I gotta do while they take my n***a away Promised you my protection I gotta make a n***a pay Bustin' in the direction of any mothaf**a fake I burn a n***a to residue, residents up in this place Now they tell me I'm too ghetto for this sh** I feel like I'm the only rebel in this sh** [x2:] These are my ghetto fairytales These are the tales, my ghetto tales These are the tales, that I tell so well Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside [Many times:] These are my ghetto fairytales... [Mans Voice:] Commin' to you live and direct, with revolutionary respect. Keep ya' heads up, eyes open, fists clenched and dig this... These are the sentences of those that exist And the condition of the breedin' resistance Na f** the formalities for this is rated R for reality It is what it is and I'm a give it to you the only way I know how to give it Ain't no second takes or commercial breaks Where they got us at right now-life lines bend that of love and hate They talkin' 'bout terrorism-sh**... In our streets it seems that realities of every day is september 11. Being that our lives don't make the headlines, And we never get a correct account of How many of us they be lockin' up and body baggin' up We have been given the Voice of the Voices Now it's gettin back to the point where On a daily basis we pourin out a lil liqour for the ghetto live-ations Buy these should be our told testomonies and our safe stories That other cats won't even speak about Now, our pain don't never go away And our teachers don't even want us to know about our real leaders While we suffer they want somebody else speakin' for us And while we struggle they want somebody else profiting off of us Seem like every time we go to the grave somebody gettin paid This a new age of dealin with plantations In other words; ghetto translation; We gotta all ghetto [?] and those that represent the real Now it's only right that those that live this sh** and feel this sh** Be the ones to reveal this sh** These are the ghetto fairy tales These are the ghetto fairy tales These are the ghetto fairy tales... tales...