Welcome to the ghetto

Livin day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things:same dope fiends cops
Just an average day in the streets of California
5 0 find a young girl dead around the corner
Mommies on her knees she had tears in her eyes
And nobody knew why the young girl had to die
People look ashamed it's been life this fo years
Bloody sheets on her body face wet from her mama's tears
She couldn'ta been over 4-5
And if mommy wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin each other's lives
And goin to REST IN PEACE
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
Seein dope fiends livin off can goods
15 niggaz on the corner
And niggaz die young in California
5-0 'll get a dope case and flaunt it
Have your ass on "America's Most Wanted"
But I don't slang or either gang-bang
And though my old school homies do the same thang
I still got love cause you gotta live
So you can give
And raise a family G
But you gotta do your best slangin D-O-P-E
So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
And welcome to the ghetto

I know people from a "ghetto", they are terrifying! Every time I enter a room with one of them I fear for my life!

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No poofters!

Look to the future, outlaw
The storm is coming now, race war
The skies darken as night falls
The battle's coming now, your race calls

We'll carry on the fight 'til the day we die
Against the people that would kill us for the flags we fly
We wont surrender, we wont give in
We'll fight the fight and we will win, now!

Stand up beside us and we'll have our day
Stand up against us get out of our way

The tensions rising, the flood grows
The banks are bursting, overflow
Here it comes now, tidal wave
God help our people now, mass graves

Join the battle, join the few
Stand up for your race and your nation too
We know the traitors are in our midst
But now they're running like the others did

Stand up beside us and we'll have our day
Stand up against us get out of our way

People to the left, people to the right
People in the middle that don't wanna fight
Traitors fight against us, showdown
People in the middle get knocked down

We fight for freedom, we fight to win
The colour of our uniform, is the colour of our skin
We've got the power, we've got the pride
When we get the unity, it's alright!

why does whites listen Hip Hop?
Hip Hop belongs to Black!

You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man