Hollow
09-01-2005, 04:33 PM
When did the ghetto turn into nothin' but turf an' drug-wars/
An' these rap "artist" become almost worse than drug-lords/
Now all you bitches struggle to take "real-life" outta hip-hop/
So, there's no more "life", jus' "ice" an' the size o' ya wrist-watch/
An' seein' who can sell the most coke an' crys rocks/ (Crys = Slang for Crystal Meth)
But, then ya wanna bitch when ya see ya fam. an' friends shot/
Open ya eye's to the true ghetto, 'cause it's not what you hear on C.D./
It's not white suburbs, black communities or what you see on T.V./
Believe me! "In the ghetto's" no way to live, it's a way to die/
It's not a location or place, it's simply a state o' mind/
It's what you see, it's what you hear, an' the smell o' the air/
It's depression an' opression, an' I can't even tell if you care/
'Cause motha'fuckin' punks wanna support this shit/
It don't make you a thug; trust me, I was born from this/
What makes a thug? It's not jus' Tech's an' gang's/
It's ya whole life-style, based on a quest for change/
Respect an' acceptance an' gettin' above the Hell/
Gettin' past the bullshit an' tryin' to love ya-self/
Now, you can look an' laugh. Nigga, be my guest/
'Cause I bet you never looked in a mirror while you plead for death/
Not outta self-pity, jus' 'cause you hate the reflection/
But for the first time in my life, I'ma make an exception/
I ain't gonna let the Ghetto change me, I'm changin' the ghetto/
Or I'll die tryin', 'cause come Hell or high water, I'm raisin' the level/
An' these rap "artist" become almost worse than drug-lords/
Now all you bitches struggle to take "real-life" outta hip-hop/
So, there's no more "life", jus' "ice" an' the size o' ya wrist-watch/
An' seein' who can sell the most coke an' crys rocks/ (Crys = Slang for Crystal Meth)
But, then ya wanna bitch when ya see ya fam. an' friends shot/
Open ya eye's to the true ghetto, 'cause it's not what you hear on C.D./
It's not white suburbs, black communities or what you see on T.V./
Believe me! "In the ghetto's" no way to live, it's a way to die/
It's not a location or place, it's simply a state o' mind/
It's what you see, it's what you hear, an' the smell o' the air/
It's depression an' opression, an' I can't even tell if you care/
'Cause motha'fuckin' punks wanna support this shit/
It don't make you a thug; trust me, I was born from this/
What makes a thug? It's not jus' Tech's an' gang's/
It's ya whole life-style, based on a quest for change/
Respect an' acceptance an' gettin' above the Hell/
Gettin' past the bullshit an' tryin' to love ya-self/
Now, you can look an' laugh. Nigga, be my guest/
'Cause I bet you never looked in a mirror while you plead for death/
Not outta self-pity, jus' 'cause you hate the reflection/
But for the first time in my life, I'ma make an exception/
I ain't gonna let the Ghetto change me, I'm changin' the ghetto/
Or I'll die tryin', 'cause come Hell or high water, I'm raisin' the level/