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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sandile Martin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sandile Martin
Composer
Lyrics
It's a ghetto out here
It's like Gotham out here
I know niggas that run the night
And the feed on your fear
You see something thing
And say nothing or you might disappear
Shaka Zulu how they sharp
And they carry a spear
Dark vudu witchcraft omakhelwane out here
You find kids in every corner
Getting high off that pill
These politicians they don't care
They just after the meal
I ain't tryna post a reel
I'm just saying it real
It's a ghetto out here
Nobody them self around here
They turn corners and change colours
Like a Rubik's cube
Baby sister up in twitter
And she selling nudes
Another month without her periods
But she still in school baby due
Abortion clinic on speed dial t
His ain't nothing new
Dad is spending at the club
But he ain't buy no food
Mama said she out of town
But she cheating with sbu
Who am I to judge I'm just telling you
It's a ghetto out here
Shit get crazy out here
I know some stories never told
But it happened out here
Ain't saying I'm in hell
But it ain't heaven out here
I ain't saying we in Jail
But there ain't no freedom out here
A part of me thats out here
A part of me still puzzled by
The missing piece hidden somewhere
Incase i find it elsewhere
My life is on this message when i die its resurrected
Damn I'm thinking deep
Like my organs were just scattered
I put my heart on my sleeve
This world jus makes sick cause
Privilege is guaranteed
It depends whether you rich or colour of skin
This irritates me to core
How come we diversify our own kind
And put em in category labelled race
Im not racist but if you discriminate
I surely wont hesitate to fight back
(Change will they ever change)
Change cause its time for change)]
I guess somethings will never change
I guess somethings
I guess sumthin wil never change
(Change will they ever change)
Change cause its tym 4 change
Change
Ghetto ambitions this life is repetition
Running from nightmares
That's how your dreams ends up missing
It's all a trap we end up in the prison systems
Spend your whole life staying out the daily mission
The ghetto cycle
That's just how life goes
Tryna stay sane but this life turns you psycho
Kids grow up with no fathers
Then life just gets harder
No one knows your struggles so they just unbothered
I'm just telling you the problems of a ghetto kid
Who tries so hard to voice his problems no one listening
Don't go to therapy so weed becomes his only friend
And it's get tougher by the day but they just still pretend
Like its all fine
Praying for a gold mine
Check inside their pockets but they still don't have a dime
Let go of the past and break free its bout damn
Time
I can never let a kid like me live a damn lie
Wrote this for some homies that be chilling on the corner
If you want it go and get it if you dont well then go harder
I know niggas with some bachelors still sitting in a trap house
Still a schoolboy, but I wanna break the fucken bank now
Writer(s): Sandile Martin
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