Call us crooks, or young thugs - animals
We don't read any books, or can afford most clothes
But we have big hearts, not jus' rags and straps
Hustle hard, for our bills and food and our snaps
Most people criticize, and think we kill and bang,
but we work just as hard, slangin' what we slang
It ain't easy livin' in this part of town,
But we try our best to keep our heads above ground. .

{The ghetto. . .
Its where we have to live, to survive.
The ghetto. . .
We try our best to stay aliiive.
The ghetto. . .
Work hard, for our fam-i-ly.
The ghetto. . .
Die in tragic irony inside the. . Ghetto }

We maybe the lowest class in the ranking board,
But we make the best of us, even living poor,
Livin' so much years, with nothing to achieve,
Die in a drive-by or get real lucky,
And god might give you ano-ther chance,
To live your life, again and make a 'differance'
Sometimes you wonder, just how you'll die,
Die hard, or die trying, you don't get to decide,
Only destiny will - help you out,
Most of us just wanna get the f*ck out (of). . .

{The ghetto. . .
Dieing with no fear.
The ghetto. . .
We all just have to cohere. . .
The ghetto. . .
Living with nothing to die for. . .
The ghetto. . .
But trying to become less poor. . The ghetto}

Fights and gunplay, caused by the youth,
To hard to believe but, its the truth,
The day is young, but will become old,
N*ggas runnin' up on shoes, and chains of gold
Once someone dies, nobody cares,
It happens all the time, no need for stares,
So don't trust us, only if you want
But we'll just rob you and all that you got. . .In the

{Ghetto. . .
Stealing for our hood riches.
In the ghetto. . .
Killin' rivals and snitches.
In the ghetto. . .
Stabbing and shooting eachother for no reason.
The ghetto. . .
Where the streets don't change, any season.}