| I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal
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| Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle
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| Baggin' while you’re lollygaggin', raggin', tow-taggin'
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| Assassin with the millimeter roars of a dragon
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| Here stood the black hood, thirsty for the end
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| And for the love of money, kind of funny, new friends
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| Public housing, a thousand in a tent
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| So I’m forced to sell hell just to pay the rent
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| Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of order
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| Just like the liquor store scene on every corner
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| I’m tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin'
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| Look, a boy, he’s on the curb just dyin'
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| Finally the cops come dumb to the slum
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| Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one
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| Wax all the Puerto Ricans and blacks
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| So they can never relax
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| I dwell, might as well learn the facts
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| Pete Rock and C.L. |
| can radio a shack up
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| Sparkin' off and have 'em all callin' for backup
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| «Watch another crime and you’re gonna do time»
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| All this you’ll find in the ghettos of the mind
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| Ain’t that somethin'…
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| Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window |
| When the ghetto forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry
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| Livin' ain’t cheap, my survival is deep
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| In this part of town where the city never sleep
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| A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the car’s stolen
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| Or static with your BM, only when you see them
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| Speakin' on your baby’s mom, a best for the drama
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| Always tryin' to make a movie, little stark-ravin' looney
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| Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy
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| A place that when I die it would never even miss me
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| Crack phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
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| Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles
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| But still my pop’s got three jobs to stable
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| A family household and food on the table
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| So as we pray for all our souls to keep
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| Somebody’s on the project roof, ready to leap
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| I want to stop the pain or the bad situation
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| But backwards wisdom I can’t afford to give 'em
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| Self savior is much braver with the conscious behavior
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| Designed in the ghettos of the mind
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| Ain’t that somethin'? |
| C’mon…
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| It’s like that y’all…
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| I could never look forward to an early retirement
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| But still I maintain in a hostile environment |
| Hustlin' the concrete jungle for loot
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| My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot
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| Take a risk cause the peer pressure has the edge
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| It was a blessin' when I saw my life dangle on the ledge
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| The streets coulda swallowed me whole
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| But the pain was all gone when I got to see my healthy son born
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| And now I bring him home to the ghetto
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| Only to make a stronger fellow
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| Maybe do some good for the neighborhood
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| It’s hard playing hero livin' less than a zero
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| Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern day pharoah
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| A concentration camp with the Section 8
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| Welfare checks given at a monthly rate
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| Apply for the get high, or just plain lazy
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| Many steady collect right around the fifth baby
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| The hawk is out but the niggas never pack it
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| A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket
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| When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind
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| Imagine in the ghettos of the mind |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghettos of the Mind , by - Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. Song from the album Mecca And The Soul Brother, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп