This song is from a topical tourney. Topic: Ghetto Life

He woke up in the streets, Screamin for peace Livin ghetto life, dreams become his only release Watch his rage increase, Screamin fuck tha police They shot his cuz dead, the bloodshed never will cease These streets got him trapped by his own strap Tried to leave his gat behind but he keeps goin back Wants peace but gotta protect his own neck, weapons kept Cuz every otha nigga keeps runnin wit techs All he hears is sobbin, every eye red Feels surrounded by graves, so many lie dead Where can a nigga run, to escape the blood When he had his son, did he just create a thug What is the meanin when he’s screamin THUG LIFE It means in the ghetto noone really loves life It means in the ghetto noone really loves life A yo he’s Trapped, deep inside this ghetto shit Politicians talk but they never wanna settle it He kneels down, bows his head to pray He’s askin Dear God will you send me better days (2x) Close your eyes, you can’t erase the truth Streets produce nothing but the wasted youth The poverty, fucked his head up like a lobotomy Been losin his soul since the first time that he shot a G His whole life’s gone to shit, and you know that it’s depressin That he’s only got two friends, Smith and Wesson Is it a blessin or a curse, that he always blast first Life’s a bitch, somebody tell him how is death worse His head about to burst, because all this stress hurts Afraid to ask the stars how much shit could get worse For the cash, must he shed blood this way Hopin he’ll see mercy when he meets his Judgement Day A yo he’s Trapped, deep inside this ghetto shit Politicians talk, but they never wanna settle it He kneels down, bows his head to pray He’s askin Dear God will you send me better days (2x) He loves Pac, he wants to be a rose from the concrete Drops the heat, tries to make peace in the street But he should have known that Thug Life always repeats That’s why in the ghetto everybody’s future is bleak Cuz here he needs a gun, a gun protects his kids Can’t feed his daughter so she’s makin sex her biz Wants to be where the white man in the Lexus is Instead he’s constantly worried the next death is his He’s trapped, caught up in the cycle of death His son’s trapped, a teenager runnin wit sets His daughter’s trapped, his baby’s takin money for sex He’s trapped in ghetto life and ghetto life ain’t nothing but death