Lyrics

Ghetto Stories



Mama?s got three other mouths to feed and daddy broke out five years ago,
Thing?s real heavy but mama?s a rider, workin day and night try?n to care of home.
You don?t wanna see the tears in her eyes, when she?s thinkin bout how hard she tries,
Try?n to find a way to make ends meet, seams like a dream impossible to see.
So you?re old enough to know the right choices to make but, young enough not to really give a damn.
Long as the block stay hot with the product, it won?t be a problem to feed the fam.

Ghetto child facing the heat, the streets they raised you, but where do they take you?
Another mile chasing relief, will you get a breakthrough, before they make you,
Just another ghetto child, live and die in the streets, a ghetto child, ghetto story.
Just another ghetto child, live and die in the streets, a ghetto child, ghetto story.

Baby boy stays out all grinding, comin? home with a few grocery bags,
Tommy and Kim got brand new kicks and funny these days ain?t hurtin? for cash.
That don?t mean that mama don?t worry, everytime he walks out the door,
She don?t ask how he goes about it, she only prays that he makes it home.
She?d kiss him on the cheek say son be careful, never thinking that it?d be a last goodbye.
Now every since the day that she got that phone, when she think about him she break now and cry.