MoonMan - Ghetto of the Mind lyrics

[Intro: Dizzle Morrison] Step out and what do I see A bunch of other people that are black like me Know how the world sees those black like me But they don't understand those black like me [Verse 1: Dizzle Morrison] Let's take a trip into my deepest thoughts I'll let you see what's in my mental vaults Pray you see what life's like for me Then maybe you'll have empathy for my n***a faults I was born post Black Nationalism, post Black Power Smack dab in the middle of when white powder And baking soda, was mixed with water Whipped like a slave, and chopped when it got harder The crack era, way before the backpack wearers There was a plague I like to call “The Black Terror” That nearly erased my race while the states didn't bat an eyelash Just covered them like mascara Thank God for a mother like mine Cause a lot of my homies mama's just followed in line Along with my uncles and aunties Turning neighborhood into a bundle of junkies Seen Grandmama's house get robbed by her own children Mama's let children starve while they're out filling Gla** pipes with those rock the dope boys deal them That got all of our fathers locked in prison (We) prayed for a way out, drug lord show up Drug wars go down, murder rates go up So the kids go wild, ain't nobody show us The right road take to do better when we grow up No family unit or positive examples Teachers can't teach cla**rooms are past full Only reason kids go to school is to have food We messed up round here, and we black too Uneducated, unLoved Knowing nothing better than to be young thugs Self-hatred the generation of genocide I'm an 80's babies trapped in that Ghetto of the Mind [Chorus] Ghetto of the Mind (x4) [Verse 2: Dizzle Morrison] Victim of that Post-Traumatic Slave Syndrome Speak with a twang they saying how I be saying sh** wrong Shirt too big, pants sag and hang too long Chances of us seeing 30+ ain't too strong That's what this book told me That's what my hood show me It seems I go to more funerals for the lil homies They k**ed ALL the leaders that really stood for me Good people, but very misunderstood surely What are we gone be, when all people see Is slanging, gang banging, pistol toting Ass shaking, back breaking, for money Depend on ebt or kids go hungry When are we gone see We're bull-headed I'm fishing trying to get em To a new age with better water for us to swim in No longer submitting to THEIR system Beating us down, but I'm down for the uplifting from that [Chorus] [Verse 3: Dizzle Morrison] I'm just a n***a in limbo Too hood to be a scholar Too smart for the simple Too much soul to settle down with a bimbo Too much cla** to date low-cla** mentals Too much Love to turn my back on my kin folk But I got problems now I left Vegas and moved to a college town Where being G-H-E-T-T-O or hood is like a TV show So everybody watch like a hawk everywhere I go See how they're drawn to the traits that I want to change They view my ignorance as, something that entertains Sorry tigers, I ain't playing Sambo Educating self is the only thing I came for 3.5 gpa is what I finished with Black Student President, Student Body membership Same n***a though, same etiquette Just more intelligence with better eloquence Came home to people not being very happy With me expanding my brain and vocabulary Like why you trying to use slang and the dictionary n***a you black quit talking like Tom, Dick, and Harry If I say gentrified or dilapidated They say I think I'm smart cause I graduated In school they were surprised a n***a made it You're smart for a black guy was a common statement Pa what's a n***a to do Still a ni**er to most, and a ni**a to few Thought I was moving up Got my physical out then I find It's much harder to shake and break that ghetto of the mind