Eboni Foster - Ghetto Theme lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey, living these days ain't no joke Fiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke And if not they affiliated with the game It ain't like the old days in '93 thangs changed A young brotha might blast ya if he has to And a punk won't last a Second in the place where I'm living at Cause everybody and they momma's pack gats Some pack these Tech-9s and might live fine But a tre-eight will always keeps thangs straight Cause it ain't nothing like suburbia Cause in the hood a young soldier might murder ya Its kind of sick when you're watching your partner get k**ed Straight pimped off the earth dying over turf That the other man owns but us youngsters don't know this We k**ing one another just to show who the dopest While us brothas is capping the ‘blue eyed devil' is laughing And my cuddies is dying man I wonder what happened To the peace and togetherness ‘black fists' raised in the air But us youngsters don't care So I wonder partner ‘is unity a dream?' So kick back to my ghetto theme And it goes like this [hook] Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together (What's up? What's up?) Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together Young players got to get it together [Verse 2] Back in the days I never tripped but then I noticed That people were my color were coming up the shortest Life ain't cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets He got ‘mail' on his mind plus a ‘nine' and fools talk about peace All he wants is his piece of the pie Can't get no ‘9-to-5' so on the streets he got to strive And do what he got to do to get his money on So don't trip when you see him with the cellular phone Cause that's the way that he's pimping the system Strictly coming up with all the fools against him Dealing with the ma** confusion Robbing and looting And drive by shootings But in the ghetto its an everyday thang thou Without togetherness things ain't gone change thou I was told to keep my ‘eyes-on-the-prize' but I can't So I hind behind the dank and the drank To camouflage all my pain Ghetto got us insane Since our vision is blurry we don't know this maine We need to come together on these inner city streets Cause if we don't we all going to be deceased Peep the ghetto theme [hook] [Verse 3] In '93 it ain't the government mind tricks It's young brotha's with the gats and the clips That's quick to click and shoot For practically nothing Because these brotha's these days mayn have no patience School ain't cool when you're learning about the slave days And all the presidents making all them slave trades You should see you're turning the future into the past And throw some cash, a brother done blast On another damn I thought we smarter than that But it seems without the gats we ain't even all that Plus some fools with a sag in our pants We need to put the nine's down and let our minds advance Young sister yeah she's a pregnant-free teen But she don't know that once she was a queen and her man was a king Now her man sells dope on the avenue I know its cruel but this is what they push us to Brotha's now we have way too much hate We might be from different states but we all from the same place Times is hard but they ain't hard as it seems All I do is say ‘peace' And kick my ghetto theme [Outro] Yeah...this Mac Mall Expect yall Just letting yall know Yall brotha's in ‘the Bay' Mayn we got to get it together So what? Eboni let them know... Them know them know get our selves together Haaaaaaa haaaaa