Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Children, artist - Ruff Ryders. Album song The Redemption Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.07.2005
Record label: Balboa
Song language: English
Ghetto Children |
| [Verse 1: |
| By any means necessary I’mma hold down tradition |
| white tee blue jeans yeah I fit the description |
| know what’s richer for the drugs in our waist |
| we dark so they put the flashlight in our face |
| racial profiling send me straight to the island |
| hit me with the night stick the captain start smiling |
| the foul smell of the ghetto will burn your nose hair |
| it’s forbidden so no one goes there |
| the struggle never stops |
| still we wake up to spoiled milk and roaches crawling out our cereal box |
| they feed us lies blind our eyes |
| if your hand the same color as mine’s black man rise |
| To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings |
| ghetto children this is how we living |
| all my gangsta soldiers in the prison |
| don’t worry it’s a totally new beginning |
| My peoples been in the in the cage for criminal ways |
| for the fact that we couldn’t take minimum wage |
| we had stacks in the back of the building |
| brothers is crooks but we still read books to the children |
| now I keep my mind in the movement |
| time in the movement cause the ghetto need a lot of improvement |
| now we gotta plan for the future |
| and watch for the man |
| cause they don’t cuff you no more they just shoot ya time for a new beginning revolution is coming |
| see the bullets out the ruger spinning |
| and we ain’t gon stand down |
| we gon stand up black man black power |
| put your black hands up To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings |
| ghetto children this is how we living |
| all my gangsta soldiers in the prison |
| don’t worry it’s a totally new beginning |
| I used to wear bow ties and listen to Farrakhan |
| now I’m on the block like the strip is a marathon |
| the hood ain’t been the same since Malcolm and King gone |
| tales from the hood is what I sing on a rap song |
| everybody petrified ever since 9/11 |
| the hood was under attack before 9/11 |
| tell me how we got crack and automatic weapons |
| my worst nightmare is Bush getting re-elected |
| the jails is packed everybody stressed out |
| gimme the key and I’m letting all the lifers out |
| so they could rebuild and work for a dollar bill |
| take the shackles off ya mind we running outta time |
| To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings |
| ghetto children this is how we living |
| all my gangsta soldiers in the prison |
| don’t worry it’s a totally new beginning |