I was born in the ghetto Where gunshot would echo You saw marrows flying And people where dying The gangs on the street they would always be fighting And innocent people would always be crying I remember the day they took my mom away with my little brother he was only 3 days Im amazed when they said it was all a mistake how the fuck you gone do that got me in dismay Down in the ghetto most kill would be medaled Sometimes they just do that to catch our attention They try to scare us so we don't make a mention Cause if we do there is gonna be a great tension Cops they be popping up rounds they be stacking up Guns in the street you know that they ain't bad enough Fire be blazing God's children be praying That one we could all gather as a nation