you know you ghetto boy
when you got a face
with a scar
and yo' highest aspirations is a place
and a car
shorties pull out and bussssst
like a money shot
now he on the run
he hot
and he hurtin his granny and she the only one he got
the hood so shady
you give up hope
of ever even tryin to find a sunny
spot-
-light
they caught him at the stop-
-light
but if he woulda run that yellow
then he coulda
run the globe
but insteed
with speed
they put one in the middle of his frontal
lobe
like a unicorn
i'm just tryin to keep you
informed
to my little ghetto soldiers in they
gold
green
red
and blue uni-forms - chuuch!
but i'm feeling like the loneliest monk
so i pull me a thelonius monk and blew
the horn
and we don the monikers of goons and gangsters
and are trained to conduct ourselves true
to form
so we add a shorty
a money
a mack
a lil'
a eazy
or a young to our name
so all the big ballers grab rims and hung
in the game
and there's a degree
of difficul-ty
to make it from the ghetto boy into the man-hood
especially when you know that yo' fresh greens
will help eliminated a canned
good
can
good
and bad co-exisssst?
in a place with plenty of off ramps but no ex-its