Sons Of Funk - The Ghetto's Got Me Trapped lyrics

You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves You f**ing little monkeys This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh) But I ain't ready yet [Chorus: Sons of Funk and Master P] Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) [Master P] Found me on the street corner hangin' with the big n***as Playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker And ain't no rules 'cause n***as get shot And every f**in' day n***as runnin' from the cops n***a won't change mama 'til you bury me But make sure six TRU n***as carry me But if they miss know (n***a) you a goner 'Cause there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya I wasted s**m, for the ovaries Drug dealin', to penetentaries (Ughhh) [Chorus: Sons of Funk and Master P] Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) [Silkk the Shocker] Its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby Wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my Glock 'Cause if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain I could re-open my eyes and realize All the n***as that lost their lives in this game I lost a lot tryin' learn the facts of life f** color n***a we all struggle With this black or white to all my n***as in penitentiaries I received ya'll letters And I swear to hang in there if things don't get better Now picture this I got Auntie dyin' of overdose uncle dyin' of aids Realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save Is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period And based on the fact that things did wrong probably 'cause I hang with Too many k**ers and n***as dyin' over wars sh**s hard where I'm from That's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come On top of that I had a f**ed up day To god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you Tonight when I pray feel my pain [Chorus: Sons of Funk and Master P] Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)