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letra de life is a ghetto - dr. freshh

[verse 1]
it don’t what you see
brothers in the streets
hustle for a buck, trying to make ends meet
in the ghetto, you need something to survive
every day is a struggle to stay alive
if there ain’t one way, there’s always another
when i was a child, should’ve listened to my mother
she said, “boy, you better learn, ’cause life is hard”
it ain’t about pretty girls and driving fast cars
she said the world today [?] big and they’re small
in the street, it’s only dog eat dog

i didn’t care ’cause i had money to spend
[?] myself had it all kinds of friends
when the money was gone, my friends went too
i was left with [?]
to all the fellas who have a lump sum
i wanna tell you this, one-to-one
don’t gamble with your money, stay with your honey
and make all your rainy days sunny
’cause life is hard until you learn
that when you play with fire you will be burned

politicians want peace in the middle east
when there’s a war going on in our streets
we elect presidents with strong beliefs
and then they make promises that they can’t keep
to get the money to countries all the time
unemployment [?] hard to find
life is a ghetto, it don’t matter what city

so don’t expect find no d-mn pity
so when you come
you come to my big city
don’t expect to find no d-mn pity

so don’t tell me what’s bad
or tell me what’s good
beause you don’t live in he neighbourhood
’cause when i go to work [?] the city so witty
this is what i see on any given day
a [?] is in pain, he got a [?] for these young girls
[?]
brothers hanging on the playground, being cool
some kid selling [?] trying to [?]
fellas standing on the corner
talking [?]’s gonna be a pimp and own a [?]

time gets so hard, people committing crimes
’cause the money that [?] isn’t worth a dime
when you get your paycheque it’s [?] by inflation
you work so hard till you need a vacation
the place where i live, the rent is sky high
i’m working two jobs just trying to get by
i hear mothers screaming and babies crying
and when the winter months start, old people are dying
so much noise at night till i can’t sleep
with the police sirens going up and down the streets
[?] to house is not [?] to dwell
living in a squatter town is like living in h-ll

it is the ghetto, it don’t matter which city
so don’t expect find no d-mn pity
so when you come
you come to my big city
don’t expect to find no d-mn pity

[?] at night, getting into trouble
living off [?] like a gigolo’s double
punks walk about like they got a big chest
trying to put me and you to the test
[?] under the bridge
wait a minute y’all, let me tell it like it is
abandoned houses, that should be condemned
still have children sleep [?]
beer bottles on the ground, trash at my feet
fellas break dancing to the beat
hanging out at the pool room, shooting eight ball
brothers holding up [?] up against the wall
every friday night there is a fight
and all the girls wanna see who’s got the mic
it’s a never ending battle, there is no peace
and our older generation is becoming deceased
people say:
“america, the land of the blue where all dreams do come true.”
but for those in the city, it’s a different life
for the blacks, puerto ricans and the whites

brothers stay alive by one rule
what you do to me, i do worse to you
where gangsters and lone sharks form a [?]
this is man give them money or they break the arm
you’ve got preachers [?] off the churches
lil’ kids downtown sn-tching the purses
there’s no sense of wrong, there’s no sense of right
people living by the gun and dying by the knife
when a pimp got your daughter in the streets
selling stuff on the corner that is not sweet
where dealers sell dope kilos and pounds
just to drive cadillacs through your town
you’d think the streets are [?] but you see them in [?]
it’s not life in the land of [?]
where money can grow on trees
without authorities [?] reality
a young boy of the world does not understand
he has a different outlook on being a man
he has finally [?] vandalism
he gets four years in a penitentiary
[?] inmates in his cell
and then he wish that he never had came to jail
[?]
and your only way out is suicide
you don’t yell for help
’cause no one wants to know it
since you duck your grave, locked in your hole

it is the ghetto, it don’t matter which city
so don’t expect find no d-mn pity
so when you come
you come to my big city
don’t expect to find no d-mn pity

- dr freshh

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