Jonah Cruzz - Ghetto Portrait lyrics

[Verse 1] No blue skies or sunny days where I live at b**hes get pregnant and catch AIDS as I sit back Watchin' my partner measurin' weight up on the scale I was only 16, I had never seen a bale Livin' outta hotels I done seen a lot of sh** Don't know where I'm goin' Long as it take me far from this... I'll be all good Every other day's a murder case Another n***a shootin' Should I pick red or blue? 'Cause n***as at my school recruitin' Is you Crip or is you blood? Is you folk or just a thug? That's all we had You either none or one of the above When you don't got no guidance You look to the streets for love But all you get in return Is jail time or slugs [Chorus] This my ghetto portrait This my ghetto portrait It's rainin' out here It's stormin' out here This my ghetto portrait This my ghetto portrait Picture that Picture that [Verse 2] It's four n***as in an Impala wit empty stomachs Ridin' down 20 West Wit a pack that smell like an onion Got off on MLK and very much to their surprise WHOOP WHOOP Suddenly APD got behind 'em Pull over... Smell the marijuana in the ride Two of 'em had warrants The other one had a nine The fourth got a baby momma Home right now It's in the middle of June They say she due in July Each one of they lives Now dwellin' in a cell So my politician gets A bigger check up in the mail Just another black male Whose story was never told I'm here to paint you these ghetto portraits... focus b**h, I'm tryna make it out the struggle If I sit around too long Soon my life gon' be in trouble Clock is tickin' gots to get some Business bout my hustle Can't imagine all the sh** I had to go through just to come up [Chorus] This my ghetto portrait This my ghetto portrait It's rainin' out here It's stormin' out here This my ghetto portrait This my ghetto portrait Picture that Picture that [Verse 3] They say that every young black n***a wanna rap But this one Feels different about his craft He lacks sleep, keeps A pen and pad in his bag Puts his past in his poems And pours 'em in to the last Drop Outkast all of this speakerbox Listen to anything if it means it was hip-hop Graduation came Got a diploma like, "f** school, f** you I'm going to make a million off this music." Momma b**hin' at him like He need to get a job 'Cause rap ain't payin' bills And plus, you got bigger problems Look how we survivin' Section 8, can hardly get up out it Ain't no good times Thinkin' like, "Where is J.J. and Michael?" No money behind him All he ever had was dreams But reality Make this sh** hard to believe in He kept believin' And started it off from scrap Then that n***a caught a deal Now motherf**er, picture that [Chorus] This my ghetto portrait This my ghetto portrait It's rainin' out here It's stormin' out here This my ghetto portrait This my ghetto portrait Picture that Picture that