Ghetto's Of The Mind Lyrics
| Song | Ghetto's Of The Mind |
| Artist | Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth |
| Album | Mecca And The Soul Brother |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Penn, Phillips | |
| Ghetto of the mind... | |
| I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal | |
| Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle | |
| Baggin' while you're lollygaggin', raggin', tow-taggin' | |
| Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon | |
| Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the end | |
| And for the love of money, kind of funny, new friends | |
| Public housing, a thousand in a tent | |
| So i'm forced to sell hell just to pay the rent | |
| Killin' my own people, i put 'em out of order | |
| Just like the liquor store scene on every corner | |
| I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin' | |
| Look, a boy, he's on the curb just dyin' | |
| Finally the cops come dumb to the slum | |
| Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one | |
| Wax all the puerto ricans and blacks | |
| So they can never relax | |
| I dwell, might as well learn the facts | |
| Pete rock and c.l. can radio a shack up | |
| Sparkin' off and have 'em all callin' for backup | |
| "watch another crime and you're gonna do time" | |
| All this you'll find in the ghettos of the mind | |
| Ain't that somethin'?... | |
| Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window | |
| When the ghetto forts flarey, never was a tom and jerry | |
| Livin' ain't cheap, my survival is deep | |
| In this part of town where the city never sleep | |
| A barney miller roller, you can bet the car's stolen | |
| Or static with your bm, only when you see them | |
| Speakin' on your baby's mom, a best for the drama | |
| Always tryin' to make a movie, little stark-ravin' looney | |
| Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy | |
| A place that when i die it would never even miss me | |
| Crack phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles | |
| Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles | |
| But still my pop's got three jobs to stable | |
| A family household and food on the table | |
| So as we pray for all our souls to keep | |
| Somebody's on the project roof, ready to leap | |
| I want to stop the pain or the bad situation | |
| But backwards wisdom i can't afford to give 'em | |
| Self savior is much braver with the conscious behavior | |
| Designed in the ghettos of the mind | |
| Ain't that somethin'? c'mon... | |
| It's like that y'all... | |
| I could never look forward to an early retirement | |
| But still i maintain in a hostile environment | |
| Hustlin' the concrete jungle for loot | |
| My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot | |
| Take a risk 'cause the peer pressure has the edge | |
| It was a blessin' when i saw my life dangle on the ledge | |
| The streets coulda swallowed me whole | |
| But the pain was all gone when i got to see my healthy son born | |
| And now i bring him home to the ghetto, | |
| Only to make a stronger fellow | |
| Maybe do some good for the neighborhood | |
| It's hard playing hero livin' less than a zero | |
| Raging bull like deniro, the modern day pharoah | |
| A concentration camp with the section 8 | |
| Welfare checks given at a monthly rate | |
| Apply for the get high, or just plain lazy | |
| Many steady collect right around the fifth baby | |
| The hawk is out but the niggaz never pack it | |
| A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket | |
| When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind | |
| Imagine in the ghettos of the mind |
| zuo ci : Penn, Phillips | |
| Ghetto of the mind... | |
| I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal | |
| Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle | |
| Baggin' while you' re lollygaggin', raggin', towtaggin' | |
| Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon | |
| Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the end | |
| And for the love of money, kind of funny, new friends | |
| Public housing, a thousand in a tent | |
| So i' m forced to sell hell just to pay the rent | |
| Killin' my own people, i put ' em out of order | |
| Just like the liquor store scene on every corner | |
| I' m tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin' | |
| Look, a boy, he' s on the curb just dyin' | |
| Finally the cops come dumb to the slum | |
| Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one | |
| Wax all the puerto ricans and blacks | |
| So they can never relax | |
| I dwell, might as well learn the facts | |
| Pete rock and c. l. can radio a shack up | |
| Sparkin' off and have ' em all callin' for backup | |
| " watch another crime and you' re gonna do time" | |
| All this you' ll find in the ghettos of the mind | |
| Ain' t that somethin'?... | |
| Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window | |
| When the ghetto forts flarey, never was a tom and jerry | |
| Livin' ain' t cheap, my survival is deep | |
| In this part of town where the city never sleep | |
| A barney miller roller, you can bet the car' s stolen | |
| Or static with your bm, only when you see them | |
| Speakin' on your baby' s mom, a best for the drama | |
| Always tryin' to make a movie, little starkravin' looney | |
| Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy | |
| A place that when i die it would never even miss me | |
| Crack phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles | |
| Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles | |
| But still my pop' s got three jobs to stable | |
| A family household and food on the table | |
| So as we pray for all our souls to keep | |
| Somebody' s on the project roof, ready to leap | |
| I want to stop the pain or the bad situation | |
| But backwards wisdom i can' t afford to give ' em | |
| Self savior is much braver with the conscious behavior | |
| Designed in the ghettos of the mind | |
| Ain' t that somethin'? c' mon... | |
| It' s like that y' all... | |
| I could never look forward to an early retirement | |
| But still i maintain in a hostile environment | |
| Hustlin' the concrete jungle for loot | |
| My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot | |
| Take a risk ' cause the peer pressure has the edge | |
| It was a blessin' when i saw my life dangle on the ledge | |
| The streets coulda swallowed me whole | |
| But the pain was all gone when i got to see my healthy son born | |
| And now i bring him home to the ghetto, | |
| Only to make a stronger fellow | |
| Maybe do some good for the neighborhood | |
| It' s hard playing hero livin' less than a zero | |
| Raging bull like deniro, the modern day pharoah | |
| A concentration camp with the section 8 | |
| Welfare checks given at a monthly rate | |
| Apply for the get high, or just plain lazy | |
| Many steady collect right around the fifth baby | |
| The hawk is out but the niggaz never pack it | |
| A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpyass jacket | |
| When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind | |
| Imagine in the ghettos of the mind |
| zuò cí : Penn, Phillips | |
| Ghetto of the mind... | |
| I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal | |
| Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle | |
| Baggin' while you' re lollygaggin', raggin', towtaggin' | |
| Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon | |
| Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the end | |
| And for the love of money, kind of funny, new friends | |
| Public housing, a thousand in a tent | |
| So i' m forced to sell hell just to pay the rent | |
| Killin' my own people, i put ' em out of order | |
| Just like the liquor store scene on every corner | |
| I' m tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin' | |
| Look, a boy, he' s on the curb just dyin' | |
| Finally the cops come dumb to the slum | |
| Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one | |
| Wax all the puerto ricans and blacks | |
| So they can never relax | |
| I dwell, might as well learn the facts | |
| Pete rock and c. l. can radio a shack up | |
| Sparkin' off and have ' em all callin' for backup | |
| " watch another crime and you' re gonna do time" | |
| All this you' ll find in the ghettos of the mind | |
| Ain' t that somethin'?... | |
| Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window | |
| When the ghetto forts flarey, never was a tom and jerry | |
| Livin' ain' t cheap, my survival is deep | |
| In this part of town where the city never sleep | |
| A barney miller roller, you can bet the car' s stolen | |
| Or static with your bm, only when you see them | |
| Speakin' on your baby' s mom, a best for the drama | |
| Always tryin' to make a movie, little starkravin' looney | |
| Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy | |
| A place that when i die it would never even miss me | |
| Crack phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles | |
| Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles | |
| But still my pop' s got three jobs to stable | |
| A family household and food on the table | |
| So as we pray for all our souls to keep | |
| Somebody' s on the project roof, ready to leap | |
| I want to stop the pain or the bad situation | |
| But backwards wisdom i can' t afford to give ' em | |
| Self savior is much braver with the conscious behavior | |
| Designed in the ghettos of the mind | |
| Ain' t that somethin'? c' mon... | |
| It' s like that y' all... | |
| I could never look forward to an early retirement | |
| But still i maintain in a hostile environment | |
| Hustlin' the concrete jungle for loot | |
| My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot | |
| Take a risk ' cause the peer pressure has the edge | |
| It was a blessin' when i saw my life dangle on the ledge | |
| The streets coulda swallowed me whole | |
| But the pain was all gone when i got to see my healthy son born | |
| And now i bring him home to the ghetto, | |
| Only to make a stronger fellow | |
| Maybe do some good for the neighborhood | |
| It' s hard playing hero livin' less than a zero | |
| Raging bull like deniro, the modern day pharoah | |
| A concentration camp with the section 8 | |
| Welfare checks given at a monthly rate | |
| Apply for the get high, or just plain lazy | |
| Many steady collect right around the fifth baby | |
| The hawk is out but the niggaz never pack it | |
| A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpyass jacket | |
| When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind | |
| Imagine in the ghettos of the mind |
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