| (with John Legend, feat. Black Thought) [Black Thought] | |
| My grandmother suits was tailor made, | |
| Sundays Mahalia played | |
| Simple familiar ways, like how she kneeled and prayed | |
| Willin, master forgive us, our trust pastors had us real afraid | |
| I never listened yet | |
| I still obeyed | |
| I got to see how | |
| Philly played at such an early age | |
| What my father was into sent him to his early grave | |
| Then moms started chasin that base, like | |
| Willie Mays | |
| My childhood was all of 40 nights and 40 days | |
| Trouble was my ball and chain, shorties would call me names | |
| Humble beginnings but a star is what it all became | |
| My journey from a dirty hallway, to the | |
| Hall of Fame | |
| Music my therapeutic way to cope with all this pain | |
| Was headed for the drain, soakin before the rainwater came | |
| And chaos, into the order came | |
| I started doin what | |
| I'm 'sposed to do in life | |
| Tryin to move out of the dark, and closer to the light | |
| They say if you get a chance to do it, overdo it right | |
| Tomorrow isn't promised every time, you say goodnight | |
| Knahmtalkinabout? | |
| Uhh, yo Story of a little ghetto boy, check it out [John Legend - overlapping BT's last two lines] | |
| Yeah yeahhh | |
| Little ghetto boy, ohhh | |
| Playin in the ghetto street, ay-ayyyy! | |
| What'chu gonna do when you grow up and have to face responsibility? | |
| Yeah yeahhh | |
| Will you spend your days and nights in a pool room? | |
| Will you sell caps of madness, to the neighborhood little ghetto boy | |
| You already know, how rough life could be | |
| Hard to see, so much pain and misery | |
| Yeahhhhhhh, yeahhhh | |
| Little ghetto boy, yeah | |
| Your daddy was blown away | |
| Heyyyy yeahhh | |
| He robbed that grocery store yeah | |
| Don't you know that was a sad sad day? | |
| Eyyyyy-yeah | |
| All your young life you've seen such misery and pain | |
| The world's a cruel place to live in, it ain't gonna change yeahh | |
| You're so young, and you've got so far to goooooo | |
| Don't think you'll reach your goal young man | |
| Talkin 'bout the ghetto boy | |
| Yeah yeah yeahhhh | |
| Yeah, yeahhh little ghetto | |
| BOYYYYY-OY | |
| YYY When when you become a maaaaan, yeahhhh | |
| You can make things change | |
| Oh if you just take a stand, yeah yeahhhh | |
| You've got to believe in yourself, in all that you doooo | |
| You've got to fight to make it better, better | |
| And you will see, that others will start believin too | |
| Then my son, things will start to get better | |
| Hey yeahhhh yeah "Everything has got to get better" - [repeat in background] | |
| Ohhh Everything has got to get better | |
| Yeahhh yeahhhhh yeah | |
| Don't you know it's gonna get better | |
| Heyyyyyy yeah yeah | |
| Got to believe that everything yeahhhhh yeah yeah yeah | |
| Whooahhh ho oahhh oahhh oahh | |
| Whoa yeah | |
| Whoah ho oahhh oh ohhhhhhh | |
| OHHHHHHHH | |
| YEAH YEAHH | |
| HH YEAH, Y | |
| EAHHHHH, little ghetto boy | |
| Mmmmmm yeah yeahhhhhhhhh |