Chink Santana - Where I'm From lyrics

[Lloyd] Umm hey, comin from Where I'm From (I'm from) ohhh yea [Ja Rule] Kids get k**ed in ghettos, shot up over their Carmelo's While they mom was at home, tears hittin the pillow Reverend in the middle of a sermon and funereal Shed a tear cause they lost a son the same way a year ago It's the same egospiritual, we thuggin in harmony They say d**h brings life, there exchange no robbery If I'm wrong pardon me, me I'm just tired of poverty Why them n***as in the hood never hit the lottery Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft First we dustin off the rounds and we slip in the mag' Then we slip on the masks, and go out and mash And we call it feeding our family Ya'll call it a tragedy, Damn How I could just k** a man His blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand If you hearing me speak please Lord give me a chance Please forgive me of my sins, cause we cleansed where I'm from [Hook] - [Lloyd] Me and my n***as ride Even when the sun don't shine and its cold outside I never run in or hide, cause some n***as hate it But I can't get faded cause I done made it Instead of struggling or strive Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine This is coming from Where I'm From (I'm from) We all walk back in line (yeah) [Ja Rule] Now everybody know that everybody said nobody can hide from beef Except but us, who surprised when these kids get k**ed on the streets Look how these animals eat that's how they talk bout us While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us Can I get a moment of SILENCE Cause they claimin it's the Murderers that's causing all the violence What bout the ones that protect to serve our honor Poppin the blue colla', with shots soon to follow The ghettos in horror, cause in this boy shot went back And now the neighborhood hot and he can't move the crack When it's all about the dollars And he'll individually get murdered cause money is power But then these snitch's get to talking and it's colder than ours Cuffed and crimed on the bus heading straight to the Island He was only 13, but tried as an adult in the highest of courts Cause ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from [Hook] [Ja Rule] We ain't all k**ers in prison Matter fact that's a stereo typical thought of livin Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it Summer time top down with the wood finish Pushin hard uptown windows slightly tinted Back to back Benz and jeeps, blowin weed with my n***as On our way to a house party, gonna f** with some b**hs Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken And if we get 'em drunk enough we probably could freak em, and do it every Other weekend If I don't have to k** n***as, I never would leave the ghetto I'm like an angel that put on a halo, cradle the grave of my n***as that we Lost in the ghetto Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and nike's Roll 3 dice and name our dope ice cream Set trends and ya'll follow our lead But in New Yitti n***as follow they dreams, where I'm from [Hook] Now I lay me down and sleep And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep If I should die before I wake Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take (Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take) [Hook till song fades out]