
Release date: 06.12.2018
Song language: English
In The Ghetto |
As the bullets flies |
On a hot and smoggy Compton mornin' |
On a dumpster lay a baby so unlucky to be born |
In the ghetto |
(In the ghetto…) |
And the hooker cries |
Because if there’s one thing that she don’t like |
It’s getting gang raped and her hair instead she’d swipe |
In the ghetto |
(In the ghetto…) |
People, who don’t understand |
A cop needs a helping hand |
Or we’re gonna be in a heap of trouble some day |
Now take a look at you and me |
It’s immediate to be seen |
Or do we simply drop our guns |
And let the crooks just blast away |
As the city burns |
There’s a nine year old smokin' Angel Dust |
Got a Glock in his hand but is gonna get busted |
In the ghetto |
(In the ghetto…) |
And my stomach turns |
Say what’s with Tomica? |
Her belly looks heavy |
She' sonly eleven and she’s gonna have a baby |
In the ghetto |
(In the ghetto…) |
Then one night after graduation |
The suburban kids came to town |
They’d buy some weed, cruise around |
Meet the wrong gang and they’d get gunned down |
As a rich boy dies |
In the hazy distanse a battered wife bleeds |
While a majie, 'ol dog lays a dirty bum’s feed |
In the ghetto |
(In the ghetto…) |
God knows I tried… |
But on a hot and smoggy Compton mornin' |
A police man like me is the object of scorn |
In the ghetto |
(In the ghetto…) |
And the bullets fly |
(In the ghetto…) |