Product Of The Ghetto lyrics

Oh, yes, it's me, Rock The Benevolent MC Back down in memory lane, I got a 40 o-z In my lap and my mind snaps, going back in time I'd be damned if I didn't start crying I wish they were tears of joy I take a swig from my bottle I think about when I was a little boy Growing up, mama didn't have much But we had enough love, and that you can't touch So is it reminiscent, life in the ghetto was a trip You better pay attention Hou might get your head blown up That's the cost for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time Or throwing up the wrong gang signs It's crazy, mama had it hard as hell tryna raise me What will I become? I'm a product of the ghetto Constantly on the run Product of the ghetto Product of the ghetto Now I'm 5 years old, and it's off to school Mama said, remember the Golden rule Treat others, how you wanna be treated Help the needed, but yo, I couldn't see it How could we give and I ain't got nothing myself? Besides, we're the one needed the help I didn't think much of that room She also said, God takes care of children and foods But what about us? When I asked the question, mama said: Hush God works in mysterious ways I can't count the time, I heard that phrase So when was he gonna come through? I think it's time, that I become mysterious too Where you going? Where'd you get that? I don't see much of you Strangers looking for you I'm looking out for number one I'm a product of the ghetto Constantly on the run Product of the ghetto Product of the ghetto Now I'm older, and I think I know everything I start to hang with the wrong crowd Things are getting buck wild, out of hand I'm taking the wrong path, living fast Mama said it can't last But what does she know? She lives a righteous life, yet she's still in the ghetto Struggling, tryna make ends meet Nothing ever changes week after week They get worse, they never get better Folks will kick you while you're down If you stand by and let them I witnessed that at an early age Life in the ghetto, animals in a cage What's the difference? We both wanna be free You think I love the ghetto? Think again G' Pain, suffering, I'm not the one Product of the ghetto Constantly on the run Product of the ghetto Product of the ghetto Product of the ghetto Product of the ghetto Well I'm full grown, a product of the ghetto I moved away, but never can let go Still was, my thoughts run deep My boy pulled up, I jumped in And we creep to the place Where it all began Ain't much changed But I remember when we would Steal from the neighborhood store Mad as hell, what you looking at me for? Pockets full, candy below Room in my pockets so I gotta take more Those are the days of yester year I crack a smile made of toast, cheers Back in my days, smoking was the thing They still smoke, but it's crack cocaine Beam them up Scotty, take them to the temple Anything for cane, plain and simple An addiction for some Product of the ghetto Constantly on the run Product of the ghetto Product of the ghetto Product of the ghetto Product of the ghetto Mama get a call, it's way past midnight She picks up the phone in fear Wondering is it alright Her nerves are getting worse She's having visions of a black dress Riding on a hearse Just a thought of losing her only son She pulled me, feed me Yet the jobs half done If I could turn back the hands of time I give her one thing She never had a piece of mind One of these old days, she'd be going home I'd be left alone, but I'd be strong Rock The Benevolent, sent in alone Product of the ghetto Constantly on the run Product of the ghetto Product of the ghetto