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Alistair Griffin - Ghetto Child lyrics
[Intro: Bobby Brown]
 Yo, this is B Brown
 We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right
 Two times
 [Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown) 
 Eye for an eye (Ghetto, ghetto)
 Strong will survive (Yeah, yeah)
 Everyday struggle to stay alive 
 Look deep inside (My ghetto child)
 Bet cha wanna ride
 Ghetto child gon learn to fly (Ghetto child)
 [Bobby Brown]
 Now being born in the ghetto, it's hard, believe me
 Not just a job, anything ain't easy
 You go through rough times, you go through hard times
 And times even tougher than that
 But what I got is a mans best friend
 I know I'll fail staying in a house that your bed shield
 Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride
 Only bulletproof is if you don't need outside
 It's a living hell, you got to be the guy
 Cause if not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide
 Peer pressure pounds and if you ain't stressful
 You got to be live-full
 Black to feed the back
 Never second guess a professor 
 Your not see-through, your not even equal
 But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes] 
[Chorus 2x]
 [Mr. Gzus]
 Let me explain to you, un-hunh, some game is the truth
 Mainly I speak to the youth
 I used to hustle drugs with a crewAlistair Griffin - Ghetto Child - http://motolyrics.com/alistair-griffin/ghetto-child-lyrics.html
 I was young and green and hungry, what's a nigga to do?
 We used to smoke weed on the roof and let the ions loose
 While shorty saw us off the ninety proof
 Lost to the streets
 Loved to rhyme so throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete
 At the same time I gots ta eat
 Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete
 Unaware of the heat, there's was def from cheek to cheek
 No sleep for two weeks stated all kinds of beef
 Been through hell and back before I was grown
 No pops to teach me to how spread my wings and fly, I did that on my own
 Made it this far and I'ma keep goin
 Y'all ain't knowin, I'm still here and keep growin, from a ghetto child
[Chorus 2x]
 [Bobby Brown]
 It ain't nothing about hits
 It's about these grits
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
 Born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the...
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto
 Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
 Don't make it up, don't make it up
[Chorus 2x]








