Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Guitar , by - UmangRelease date: 10.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Guitar |
| Self incarceration, writing these bars |
| Doubt how much fight in my heart is left |
| No longer see the life from the spark |
| My pen relined in the dark |
| No longer reclined any thought |
| I grab it, it’s dying to be forced |
| A diamond of sorts, see it as my last resort |
| Maybe one day, we’ll travel and stay at resorts |
| See, I roll with a chosen few |
| Because only so many people can have your back when these moments brew |
| Shattered dreams left a broken view |
| Careful riding nextto the cycle of life because the spokes protrude |
| Spitting food for thought they won’t consume |
| What’s one supposed to do? |
| If it cured (?), but the folks immune |
| Dope rappers a dime a dozen, they not abundant |
| It’s hard to stick out so instead you might eye a puppet |
| It be the reason why you find a bucket throwing guts |
| I’m spitting realness in my saliva, soak it up |
| Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar |
| It’s still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved |
| I’m up stressing the cause |
| My dreams are dependent on songs |
| An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls |
| I’m disgruntled, just mumble under my breath |
| Tunnel vision a ton of spitting belittle a son of a bitch |
| Coming to grips, under equipped, can’t stomach the shit |
| Done with the vents, contradictory, jumping the fence |
| I wanna put my fam in a house, dance with a spouse |
| The look on my baby girl as she glances about |
| Y’all looking sour like you took a jab in the mouth |
| Swipe you of your lead role, I be the protagonist now |
| I got a buzz that’s little to none, you figure I’m done? |
| I’m far to stubborn to drop the pen and just run |
| I’ll fight the losing battle as long as the few of you look bedazzled |
| And took the time out in order to push the album |
| I’m many things to a lot of people |
| (BBZ) Darney and I, we had to drop the sequel |
| Rebuttal of common evil, commandeer |
| Sentences, I should’ve put a comma here |
| The ambition to (?) oxygen, I’m outta here |
| Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar |
| It’s still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved |
| I’m up stressing the cause |
| My dreams are dependent on songs |
| An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls |