Coc*ine-Scarface

They say the world is a ghetto, I'm witnessin a generation die By poverty sickness and homicide Now momma on the front pew, Askin the preacher why Like he knowin what it's like to be hated and criticized And sharks in the water Create you the wrong way when you're a target, See that's how these niggaz out here behave i hate to go to funerals, I never visit graves Cause I'm knowin that through this dirt That you can't hear me when i say that i love you dawg, And out of all them power moves I coulda made I focused on keepin your family straight I, Po' out some liquor so you don't go out forgotten I'm drownin off in this bottle, Tryin to solve my f**kin problems New days changes, different than how it was We upped it from stealin cars to hustlin, Dealin drugs i've seen a whole lot of good niggaz die Cause the ghetto took advantage when situations provide [Chorus] That's my life - story of a ni**a in the ghetto Money minimal so we settle For whatever they give us in the ghetto We settle That's my life - story of a ni**a in the ghetto Crack rock slangin in the ghetto Momma why you leave me in the ghetto The ghetto [Scarface] The little kids in the hood live a life with no outlets Rap or ball playin to survive Devils in disguise in the fact that a ni**a's broke Makes him more prone to drop out of school and f**k with d**e With hopes of gettin paper and chasin his f**kin dream But America's got us dyin for it waitin for relief The penitentiaries is filled to the max With my people who tried to make it out but never made it back Crack, to see yo' momma doin bad Hit as hard as you see it, Yo' daddy sittin on his a** doin nothin, F**k it, that's when them tears start rushin White powder in the coffee pot bubblin, Hustlin i know exactly where you at dawg Out there on the corner where the rats crawl It's my life [Chorus] [Scarface] I shoot it out befo' I bail, Fly befo' i set sail i'd rather die cause i could never tell Rather see Heaven, I done been through Hell Seen the elderly f**ked by drug laws, Niggaz dyin in jail The guidelines stiffer, They sentence my people different Instead of intervention they sendin us straight to prison First time offenders get tangled up in the system For ghost d**e, He went from dopeman to straight killer it's po' folks, You livin in the hood but yet and still you can't survive Cause Reagan never planned for us to rise The war on drugs turned to a war on us Then AIDS just topped it off, this sh*t here is f**ked up You either, eat or you starve, rob or go get a job Break down to either wake up, hustle or pray to God Faith is one thing without work you ain't got nothin Decisions from a motherf**ker strugglin [Chorus]