(The world is a ghetto, The world is a ghetto)

[Trife Da God]
Yo, Ayo the world is a ghetto and me and my child love it,
Born and raised in the slums, And yes I'm proud of it,
Crack-heads, Prostitutes, And dealers with lots of loot,
Who live by the gun law, If you pull it, You gots to shoot,
Armed robbery, Assaults, And homicides,
Voices echo off the buildin, Young little children hearin their momma cry,
Growin up traumatized, Gettin locked in a cage,
Or even thrown in a grave, Before they time arise,
Their eyes tell a million and one stories,
This shorty asked him if I could throw him a pack, He wants to pump for me,
This shit is crazy, The struggle, The grind,
The fact is, We livin backwards and it troubles the mind,
I used to juggle dimes, Got bagged, Went to jail a couple times,
I'm still hustlin, Difference now, I hustle rhymes,
I light a dutch so my thoughts can settle,
Close my eyes and visualize on how this world is a ghetto,
Cause I was...

[Chorus]
Walking down the street, Smoggy eyed,
Looking at the sky, (The sky) Smoggy eyed.

[Trife Da God]
These are my hood chronicles from my broad street journal,
In a city that never sleeps and these fiends are nocturnal,
Signs posted up inside of the halls read no loitering,
Narcs rushin drugs with the flushin, The block boilin,
Niggas poisonin, They blood with that brown oil and,
Thinkin that a Hennessy bottles their only loyal friend,
Troops gettin sent to Iraq, We keep deployin them,
Bush AKA the blood sucker, He's just destroyin them,
I sit and watch television and vision it's hell we livin,
My nigga C-Rule is bittin, He doin like twelve in prison,
A street scholar once threw me a jewel,
A dummy can't play the wise, But a wise can play a fool,
That's why I move they way I move and step light in my shoes,
Watch my back at all times and walk the streets with a tool,
I light a dutch, Take a puff and gravitate to a level,
Close my eyes a visualize on how this world is a ghetto,
Cause I was...

[Chorus]

[Trife Da God]
Yo, Who knows what we livin for when all we do is vision war,
Locked behind prison walls, Searchin for that hidden door,
Tryna find a way to escape, Through all the madness,
And there's crooked ass cops on the blocks, Flashin they badges,
And all across the atlas I see nothin but sadness,
Children livin in sadness with no food in they cabinets,
Born in a storm like a song by Lenny Kravis,
There's no health coverage, No insurance for medicine tablets,
I'm losin faith, What's goin on with the human race,
I seen the pain and sufferin on Huey Newton's face,
Brothers gettin sent to death row, No execution dates,
Thrown in institutions, Feelin trapped in a crucial place,
So put your hands in the sky, Wave em high, Wave em high,
If you ready to ride and aint afraid to die,
I light a dutch so my thoughts could settle,
Close my eyes and visualize on how this world is a ghetto.

(The world is a ghetto)