cuz unity is what freedom brings Brother, sing... [Chorus: Jai Lartey] Ghetto Child You were born You've been through... So many trials and tribulations Ghetto Child
Übersetzung: Frische. Ghetto Child.
: [Intro] Umph So funky! Nasty! Hey! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] I'm Nasty As I Wanna Be I express myself so vulgarly Obscene, or whatever you wanna
ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get brighter (2x) Verse
eastern runway (Ugh, take a ride, to my block (my block)) OK it looks good, your clear now (That's right) Go (We're on my motherfucking block) [Verse
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some bodies else's child
: (intro) woooyyy yeaaaaay (verse 1) Good woman respect yourself be proud of yourself neva sell yourself you're black and beautiful with your ivory
Then I see Ghetto Child chillin in the back but Lookin kind of tense, a little stressed out in fact [Break: Ghetto Child - talking (Classified)] What
down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around now how that sound to ya, jot it down I'll bring you through the ghetto without ridin
again I'm the Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child The Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child
: [Chanting] [1st Verse - Violent J, (Shaggy2Dope), ((Monoxide Child)), {Jamie Maddrox}] Imagine a place that exists beyond, a place that's seldom seen
of death maybe then we will see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the killings [Verse one: Violent
crews that bang Al-Qaeda, CIA, Hamas, the Mossad, NYPD All crews that bang Non Phixion, Cypress Hill, House of Pain, La Coka Nostra All crews that bang [Verse
of some shit, they quick to abuse it though [chorus] [3rd verse] Peep what O's selling when I hit em with Van Halen But it's just a man from the ghetto
in our World the ghetto stays incredibly foul watchin' for paint chips, don't want no led in your child but them gangstas put led in your child, the
full of liars, curses, people rich or poor Without God to worship, see we would be more lost Gotta believe in somethin', or their would be no laws A ghetto child
