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birmingham
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eastside
female lyricist
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burnetta
burnetta fisher
Lyrics
Product of The Ghetto
By Burnetta M.C. F.A.M.E. Fisher
2009
Hook
Im a product of the ghetto
Some things are hard to let go
When youre trying to be a vessel
Forgive us for we dont know
Father, forgive us for we dont know
Verse 1
Father, forgive the whole hood
I know we have been up to no good
Aint nobody been seekin out Your presence
And weve been numb to the Word like convalescents
The master of confusion
Has caused and illusion
He making it seem, like theres no healing to the brusin
And in the hood, we done all been scorn
Ever since the first day we been born
Look how all the Adams wanna be thugs
And all the Eves just wanna be loved
And that serpent of old is still lurkin
And instead of the Spirit, they soul searching
So Cain is still killing Able
Cause when left at home, thats what they see on the cable
If no other bill is paid, that bill is paid
Even when all the kids in the hood, need Js
Cause Mamas gotta turn to her soaps
And shes missing daddy so much, that shes turning to dope
So I probably sold her some
When I was dumb
Repeat Hook Twice
Verse 2
Father, forgive her for not doing right
Cause she done let the wrong dude in her life
Many nights You done heard her weeping
When he was out in another bed sleeping
And the main reason
She put up with his stuff
Is that she aint respect herself enough
Lost herself, every time he would leave her
But I pray to you now, Lord that You be her Redeemer
And I know You got something for that schemer
But vengeance is Yours so I aint gone judge his demeanor
But Lord, I ask that you watch over Your daughters
Make them understand
That a man
Dont love em if they dont love em like the love of the Father
I pray that they open they eyes to the degradation
And stop singing and shaking to they own humiliation
Whisper in their ear tonight
Let them know that itll be alright
If they feel alone
They can read that Bible when he aint home
Repeat Hook
Verse 3 (William H. Matlock)
Father, forgive the homies for out here sellin drugs
Cause You know they aint got no love
They grew up without a Father
You know the mama, trying to do the best that she can
To try to raise a man
But she dont understand, it take a man to raise a man
So he out here being raised by the streets
Raised by the streets
Cause it cold in these streets
So they holding they heat
And they livin in defeat (in defeat unh)
Father, forgive they souls
Cause they do not know
What they do F.A.M.E.
What they do mane
Chasing money like its the answer to all they problems
Wonder why every year they keep on revolving
They need to give it all to Him (all to Him)
Were all imperfect man, we all born to sin
So homie keep your head up (head up)
God loves you and He will never let up
Repeat Hook & Fade Out