Ghetto Child Lyrics - Unpredictable - Mystikal

It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh) 

Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?) 

Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy 

Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? 

Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

I feel like a bird nigga with no wings 

I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change 

My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat 

And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police 

I done seen little kids in the projects starving 

I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin 

See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines 

But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines 

And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country 

Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money 

And the media starting east and west coast wars 

I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all 

Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up 

But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up 

Gave us three halves and high interest student loans 

Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home 

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy 

Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? 

Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy 

Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? 

Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

It's real when you can do whatever you want to do 

when you want to do it 

Ain't to many niggas out there living like that 

That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it 

How many niggas in the penn 

how many niggas in the cemetary don't know why? 

How many strikes y'all niggas need 

How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives? 

WHY!!!! Why you gotta make your momma cry? 

HUH!!!! She take you out of the street 

cause that's where you gonna die 

But you won't listen cause your mind is one track 

and your head is hard 

And your getting flipped, and your talking back 

Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall 

Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall 

but that's far and all 

And sore and all, it's cool when it started off 

Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs 

Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow 

Living in a messed up time, a messed up court 

I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more! 

It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands 

that's why I'm praying to God 

Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water 

Cause it's your world, and we your children 

your sons and your daughters 

We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto 

trying to make it to mars!!! 

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy 

Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? 

Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy 

Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? 

Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game 

Wishing I can change, I've been through so much 

Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain 

The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I 

But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies 

I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days 

Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries aint that far away 

Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel 

like our people scared to stand there 

The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers 

But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street 

Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police 

See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug 

If I had to draw a picture of my life 

I have to paint my picture in blood 

Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this 

Get you something cause cemetaries 

packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich 

So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard 

To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions 

When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream 

I like to scream when I came home from jail 

When I was told best friend turned into a fiend 

I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes 

Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive 

They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop 

I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby 

Congratulations, she on rocks 

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy 

Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? 

Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy 

Mamma, won't you pray for your baby? 

Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it 

Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it