Point Blank (CA) - Born and Raised in the Ghetto lyrics

I was born & raised in the ghetto I was born & raised in the ghetto Yeah, Yo Until it's my time to come When it goes down and die young With the good ones they call us thugs and hoodlums Learn to believe, like the Qur'ans and m**ms When it's war, we all ride the whole hood comes The sky slopes for n***as with high hopes Politician hand in your pocket tryna buy votes Staring down the barrel of a periscope Got us screamin' in the megaphone, leave us alone My n***as'll leave home, but they ain't leavin' the chrome And you don't really want a piece so just leave it alone Still in the hood looking good But these ghetto kids looking out And they ain't learnin' sh** about The life has been about when your out there And very scared ya with me, we in the inner city P come and get me out the block Before my raw toddlers rots and my tall toddler dots I was born & raised in the ghetto [x4] Fiends stay on the jones Cops stay working the beat Young thugs walking the steet Carrying heat, swearing and brawls Cold hearted dots, reppin' Canada's first block Regent Park, the ghetto Another shot rang out From a young king holdin' something he couldn't handle Pops never took the time to teach him Like son make sure you have a firm grip on anything you squeezing You play the streets all four season You never had a reason to forfeit The 4-5 will make him cough sh** Piss out blood, rearange your mug Now that's what you get when you f** with a thug You can tell the judge I'm fighting till the case gone In a place where the weak starve And the strong get sprayed on Days long, nights longer with drama Unfolds, guns unload Nobody knows that's the street code I was born & raised in the ghetto [x4] So the ghetto to me and ghetto to you So save all them thoughts that you think that the ghetto can be Snotty nose kids runnin' round oh so clean This park is full of dirty cream with nothin' but big dreams Of one day making that big cream It would seem so hard to shake it And it's hard to face, so many broken hearted faces Doing whatever it takes, whatever the stakes to make it Regent Park ma**es, the that's cool rock cla**ics Sunday in the park rollin' up caspers Fast cash, with the flip bills, sh**'s to real To handle on the beach so we keep it in the streets And you ask me why I act this way I'm from a park where we don't play That's why I rap this way For all my people who don't have nothin' Tryna have somethin' Everybody keepin' it true, this ones for you I was born & raised in the ghetto (x8)