(with John Legend, feat. Malik Yusef) [Malik Yusef] 
You know you ghetto boy, when you got a face, with a scar 
And yo' highest aspirations is a place, and a car 
Shorties pull out and bussssst, like a money shot 
Now he on the run, he hot 
And he hurtin his 
Granny and she the only one he got 
The hood so shady 
You give up hope, of ever even tryin to find a sunny, spot- -light, they caught him at the stop- -light, but if he woulda run that yellow 
Then he coulda, run the globe 
But insteed, with speed 
They put one in the middle of his frontal, lobe like a unicorn 
I'm just tryin to keep you, informed 
To my little ghetto soldiers in they, gold green, red, and blue uni-forms - chuuch! 
But I'm feeling like the loneliest monk 
So I pull me a 
Thelonius 
Monk and blew, the horn 
And we don the monikers of goons and gangsters 
And are trained to conduct ourselves true, to form 
So we add a 
Shorty, a 
Money, a Mack 
A Lil', a 
Eazy, or a 
Young to our name 
So all the big ballers grab rims and hung, in the game 
And there's a degree, of difficul-ty to make it from the ghetto boy into the man-hood 
Especially when you know that yo' fresh greens will help eliminated a canned, good 
Can, good, and bad co-exisssst? 
In a place with plenty of off ramps but no ex-its