Doctor: Nurse Johnson, is the mother still in the recovery room?
Nurse: Yes, Doctor Blair...
Doctor: Ok, I'll go to the waiting room and inform the father it's a boy.
Nurse: I'm afraid there is no father, sir
Doctor: Another Ghetto bastard, huh?
Nurse: I'm afraid so...
Doctor: Well, put him with the rest of the born losers...
Nurse: All right doctor...a shame isn't ist?
Doctor: Not a shame, a problem!
Smooth it out...
This is a story about the drifter...
Who headed for the worst while the best lived 'cross town
Who never planned on having so didn't...
Why me, huh?!
Chorus:
Everything's gonna be all right (all rush)
Everything's gonna be all right (all rush)
Everything's gonna be all right (all rush)
Now hush, everything's gonna be all right (all right)
Look...
Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad...motherfuck the fag!
Well anyway I did pick ups, lift and click ups
See many stick ups 'cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, so she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit
Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent
A 'do them braids, I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a hair-cut
I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tek and a banana clip
With down the flow, don't let them any dealin' tackhead
A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did
Or done, if not bad luck I would have none
Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one?
Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one?
And always wanted to live like I was a fat one?
Chorus
A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums I said now why Treach
Do I have to be like this, mama said I'm priceless
So I am, I'm worthless, starvin', that's just what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though
To stop the hell I woulda ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack
War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack
Drop that, and now you want me to "rap and give"
Say something positive? Well positive ain't where I live
I live right around the corner from West hell
Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell
The sun never shine on my side of the street see?
And only once or twice a week God would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome
Some life, if you ain't wear gold, your style was old
And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play
I'm gonna flow it on and on and on and not now...
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how!
Why me, huh?
Chorus
My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up the streets at night
Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sexing Freddie's wife
Some say I'm rolling on, nothing but a dog now
I answer that with a "fuck you" and a bow-wow
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a concrete
I've been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born, that's my life, oh you don't know that song?
So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
All that man-to-man talk just walk, damn
If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel, so kill it skillet
And all that talking about it won't help it out, now will it?
In Illtown, feel like I stuck up, propped got shot
Don't worry, got hit by a flurry and his punk ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast
They teach in schools, I'm the misfits how I outlast
But that's cool, with the books smack them backwards
That's what you get when you're fuckin' with a ghetto bastard
If you ain't never been to the ghetto
Don't ever come to the ghetto
'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto
So stay the fuck out of the ghetto
Why me, Why me
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