Ghettos Of The Mind Lyrics

Ghettos Of The Mind lyrics

Ghetto of the Mind...

I catch a body at a party sort of herbal with the
verbal
Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle
Baggin'
while you're lollygaggin' raggin' tow taggin'
Assassin with the millimeter
roars of a dragon

Here stood the black hood thirsty for the end
And
for the love of money kind of funny new friends
Public housing a thousand in
a tent
So I'm forced to sell hell just to pay the rent

Killin' my own
people, I put 'em out of order
Just like the liquor store scene on every
corner
I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep
flyin'
Look, a boy, he's on the curb just dyin'
Finally the cops come
dumb to the slum
Pull out a gun and arrest the wrong one
Wax all the
Puerto Ricans and blacks
So they can never relax
I dwell, might as well
learn the facts
Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up
Sparkin' off and
have 'em all callin' for backup
"Watch another crime and you're gonna do
time"
All this you'll find in the ghettos of the mind

Ain't that
somethin'?...

Listen to cats and rough rats war under the window
When
the ghetto forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' ain't cheap, my
survival is deep
In this part of town where the city never sleep
A Barney
Miller roller, you can bet the car's stolen
Or static with your BM, only when
you see them
Speakin' on your baby's mom, a best for the drama
Always
tryin' to make a movie, little stark-ravin' looney
Stressin' it, but you
know the ghetto keep ya busy
A place that when I die it would never even
miss me
Crack phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin'
hookers by the miles
But still my pop's got three jobs to stable
A family
household and food on the table
So as we pray for all our souls to
keep
Somebody's on the project roof, ready to leap
I want to stop the
pain or the bad situation
But backwards wisdom I can't afford to give
'em
Self savior is much braver with the conscious behavior
Designed in
the ghettos of the mind

Ain't that somethin'? C'mon...

It's like
that y'all...

I could never look forward to an early retirement
But
still I maintain in a hostile environment
Hustlin' the concrete jungle for
loot
My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot
Take a risk
'cause the peer pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' when I saw my life
dangle on the ledge
The streets coulda swallowed me whole
But the pain
was all gone when I got to see my healthy son born
And now I bring him home
to the ghetto,
Only to make a stronger fellow
Maybe do some good for the
neighborhood
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a zero
Raging Bull
like DeNiro, the modern day pharoah
A concentration camp with the Section
8
Welfare checks given at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or just
plain lazy
Many steady collect right around the fifth baby
The hawk is
out but the niggaz never pack it
A hundred dollar sneakers with the
skimpy-ass jacket
When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left
behind
Imagine in the ghettos of the mind