Lyrics So Real - Liquid

So Real

From the heart of the ghetto every day a soul is saved
Ribs touching but our souls is brave
Rise up from the ashes and the coldest days
The Most High blessed the land now the mold is made
It’s a battle everyday but life goes on
Little soldiers runnin' around with their timbos torn
Ready for war street life and fights is practice
Watching Scarface looking up to gangstas
Watching other G’s observing their chances
Asking real questions getting fake answers
And then we wonder why they sitting in jail
Calling the crib collect begging they moms for bail, it’s real
So real everything we see
Everything that we go through
So real from the east to the west
It’s the same thing, same thing
In the ghetto, in the gutter
In the ghetto, in the gutter
On the west coast dudes bang and slang
On the east coast kids do the same old thing, ya heard
Four pound cock back trigger click goes boom, boom
Police speed flash lights go zoom, zoom
Ducking down peeking out from the front room
Momma telling you don’t go outside but you know what’s going on
And everyday it’s the same old song, short day but the stores are long
Momma in the back room praying for salvation
Cops roll up quick, push your peeps back
This is where the thugs and the saints sleep with street crack
But God’s in control gangstas agree to that
I seen them keep the word where they stash the heaters at
So real everything we see
Everything that we go through
So real from the east to the west
It’s the same thing, same thing
In the ghetto, in the gutter
In the ghetto, in the gutter
Yo, there is a higher power soaked in sin
Dried to make up sleep to wake up, daddy’s flip keys to cake up
Deep depression sh quite the streets in session
Look to the Most High defeat deception
That’s the lesson humble yourself, count your blessings
Run to the Most High and embrace His presence
He’s here to save raise up and claim truth
Raise up claim power, raise up He claims you
From Philly to streets of L.A.
Every hood and ghetto sees the same old thing
Little homies locked doing time in the bing
Quick to clap off put your arm in a sling
In the ghetto, ghetto
So real everything we see
Everything that we go through
So real from the east to the west
It’s the same thing, same thing
In the ghetto, in the gutter
In the ghetto, in the gutter
In the ghetto, in the gutter