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lirik lagu crack – 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 n-gg-z 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-ckin 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 n-gg-z die
cause the ghetto took advantage when situations provide

that’s my life – story of a n-gg- 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 n-gg- in the ghetto
crack rock slangin in the ghetto
momma why you leave me in the ghetto
the ghetto

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 n-gg-‘s broke
makes him more pr-ne to drop out of school and f-ck with dope
with hopes of gettin paper and chasin his f-ckin 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 -ss
doin nothin, f-ck 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


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 h-ll
seen the elderly f-cked by drug laws, n-gg-z 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 dope, 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-cked 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-cker strugglin