Every Ghetto (feat. Blitz The Ambassador)

Uh, yeah, uh Blessings in life to the children, they say life is like five days Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheelchair His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me Said evil - and jealous men would try to destroy me It occurred to me, this old - words couldn't be realer I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have to - ya 'Cause animals and sweetness, sharks smell blood in water Ishmael, Moses and Job, moved a divine order Shit is plastic material, havin' no life I crash whips and leave it no matter the price As long as I survive, coppin' the five Circle the block where the beef's at And park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers Tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell Dead is dead - And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin' to earth Watchin' your own murder reoccur For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every - gone And for every brother breathin' Live to see another mornin' For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every - gone And for every brother breathin' Live to see another mornin' It's Blitz - the streets glory, many die for me Got knocked refused three to nine's, went to trial for me Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories Of lust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt Extended clip - hoods barricaded for six blocks I sip shots, watchin' em hustlers pitch rocks All you paintin' pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain Fallin' deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind In these fatal times, vesh crimes Nickel play the - and - for the dime Hear the sounds of them babies cry Still I'm sayin' why do we reside In the ghetto with a million ways to die Stayin' high to relieve the pain Breathin' in the game, exhalin' Guilts and the shame, misery and strain What the f- will tomorrow bring Look at anthrax, I stand back through Hopin' I make it tomorrow My skin is a art gallery, right, with paintings of crucifixes Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders But since I tasted paper, it started losin' the friendships Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor How could I tease them with Benzes and feel no remorse Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin' Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones F- did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des Got - when I'm with my daughter Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons Black princess, it's a ugly world I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl Could you believe even my shadow's jealous My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come from the Father I'm lonely, hold me, it's gettin' darker For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every - gone And for every brother breathin' Live to see another mornin' For every struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every - toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every - gone And for every brother breathin' Live to see another mornin'