Styles P - Ghetto Children lyrics

[Aja] We are the champions, we can't stop Cause you just can't keep them Ruff Ryders down, down, down [Verse 1 - Infa.Red] By any means necessary I'mma hold down tradition White tee blue jeans yeah I fit the description Know what's richer for the d** in our waist We dark so they put the flashlight in our face Racial profiling send me straight to the island Hit me with the night stick the captain start smiling The foul smell of the ghetto will burn your nose hair It's forbidden so no one goes there The struggle never stops Still we wake up to spoiled milk and roaches crawling out our cereal box They feed us lies blind our eyes If your hand the same color as mine's black man rise [Hook] To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings Ghetto children this is how we living All my gangsta soldiers in the prison Don't worry it's a totally new beginning (*repeat 2X*) [Verse 2 - Styles] My peoples been in the in the cage for criminal ways For the fact that we couldn't take minimum wage We had stacks in the back of the building Brothers is crooks but we still read books to the children Now I keep my mind in the movement Time in the movement cause the ghetto need a lot of improvement Now we gotta plan for the future And watch for the man Cause they don't cuff you no more they just shoot ya Time for a new beginning revolution is coming See the bullets out the ruger spinning And we ain't gon stand down We gon stand up black man black power Put your black hands up [Hook] To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings Ghetto children this is how we living All my gangsta soldiers in the prison Don't worry it's a totally new beginning (*repeat 2X*) [Verse 3 - Cross] I used to wear bow ties and listen to Farrakhan Now I'm on the block like the strip is a marathon The hood ain't been the same since Malcolm and King gone Tales from the hood is what I sing on a rap song Everybody petrified ever since 9/11 The hood was under attack before 9/11 Tell me how we got crack and automatic weapons My worst nightmare is Bush getting re-elected The jails is packed everybody stressed out Gimme the key and I'm letting all the lifers out So they could rebuild and work for a dollar bill Take the shackles off ya mind we running outta time [Hook] To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings Ghetto children this is how we living All my gangsta soldiers in the prison Don't worry it's a totally new beginning (*repeat 2X*)