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#158,971 today
Peak #834
#99,410 in subgenre
Peak #456
Author
Makavelli
Uploaded
August 24, 2003
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This song is from a topical tourney. Topic: Ghetto Life
Lyrics
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
