Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Guitar, artist - Umang
Date of issue: 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 |