Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Tears (Feat. Master P), artist - Silkk The Shocker. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Ghetto Tears (Feat. Master P) |
| Dear God can ya save me? |
| If you can’t save me, save our babies |
| I been tryin' to keep it real |
| So many ghetto tears my people cry |
| Life is hard and I see that every day |
| Just so many ghetto tears in the ghetto |
| Age 11 lookin' out of a ghetto buildin' |
| Mom and 5 of us little ghetto children |
| I ain’t never knew wrong from right |
| Growin' up all my life, thinkin' Adidas had 4 stripes |
| See my uncle tried to warn us |
| Told us not to do drugs, and yesterday I seen him on it |
| See in my hood it ain’t no love |
| Age 13, seen my auntie OD on drugs |
| The neighborhood ho, only 15, everybody wants to bang her |
| Found her dead, gave herself and abortion with a clothes hanger |
| I seen one of my neighbors try everything but couldn’t make it |
| Came home one day killed his whole family, I guess he couldn’t take it |
| I give back, even if it ain’t nothin' big |
| Look at my grandma, terminal disease, only got months to live |
| They tell us we ain’t gonna be nothin', gave my homie 25 years |
| I shed tears for all my peers |
| Dear God can ya save me? |
| If you can’t save me, save our babies |
| So many ghetto tears my people cry |
| You ain’t supposed to question God, but I’m askin' why |
| So many ghetto tears my people cry |
| Throughout the years, my people shed ghetto tears |
| My people shed ghetto tears, throughout the years |
| The ghetto’s like a headache, one big ol' migraine |
| Tryin to stay high 'til I die, tryna like hide the pain |
| My homey mama died, he didn’t know it |
| When she died, he committed suicide, my homie jumped up off the sixth floor |
| Maybe it’s too late for me, since I’m still here, I’m kinda glad to be |
| Been in and out of jail since I was 12, life been hell since mama had me |
| I have to ask myself the simple question why |
| It’s so hard to live but yet so easy to die |
| With this simple question, Lord can you help me |
| Just tryin' to live large and wealthy from these card that you dealt me |
| I used to ask my uncles for money, now they ask me |
| Life passed 'em up, I wonder will life pass me |
| 'Cause see it really ain’t no love for us ghetto kids |
| For all the dirt that I did, I don’t think I’ll find where heaven is |
| I wonder why they won’t panic and try to ban it |
| Probably 'cause they scared of me, just don’t understand me |
| Dear God can ya save me? |
| If you can’t save me, save our babies |
| So many ghetto tears my people cry |
| You can’t question God, but I’m askin' why |
| So many ghetto tears my people cry |
| Throughout the years, my people shed ghetto tears |
| My people shed ghetto tears, throughout the years |
| My people shed ghetto tears |
| How could you carry a kid for 9 months, Black? |
| She had a baby boy, but while she she was pregnant she was smokin' crack |
| How could you rape and abuse your kids? |
| How could you commit incest and say you love your kids? |
| They ain’t ask to be here, they ain’t ask to see here |
| Slipped here by 15 minutes of pleasure, that’s why they can’t see clear |
| From the cradle to the grave or from the elementary to the penitentiary |
| Life is so hard, not meant to be |
| Dear God can ya save me? |
| If you can’t save me, save our babies |
| So many ghetto tears our people cry |
| Throughout the years, and I ask you why |
| My people shed ghetto tears |
| So many ghetto tears my people cry |
| Damn, so many ghetto tears |
| Throughout the years, my people shed ghetto tears |