Ghetto Poetry Lyrics

My heart bumping to the beat

Bleeding through the night

I'm reminiscing when I write

With a clear picture

Ghetto poetry,what's the meaning

It's a way of life

The way we living

Raised from the mud

By all means we gone eat

Sticking to a strict code of no snitching

Playing hop scotch around the grave

Throwing rocks at the prison walls

Middle finger to the law

Index finger on the trigger

Hood niggas doing what we want

The fast life got my mama worried

Grandma Alice so concerned about me

Don't stress yourself

Just pray for me

The lord knows your son is money hungry

I'm on my grind,I got an appetite

Im obese,no body fat

Having nightmares about snakes

I've got to watch the same ones in my face

That say they for me

But I know that they ain't for me

When I was down bad,they didn't have nothing for me

Fuck y'all

Not all of y'all

But most of yall

Suck a sick dick

Until yo neck buss,yea

Jump off the face of this earth head first

Do me that favor

My heart bumping to the beat

Bleeding through the night

I'm reminiscing when I write

My heart bumping to the beat

Bleeding through the night

I'm reminiscing when I write

My heart bumping to the beat

Bleeding through the night

I'm reminiscing when I write

My heart bumping to the beat

Bleeding through the night

I'm reminiscing when I write

This a product of the burg comming straight off the block

Grade A that raw straight drop it in the pot

Whip it up chop it up and serve it while it's hot

Dope boys got the block so hot

No love lost

I'm looking for my mind instead

I'm tired of searching

I'm sticking to the plan instead

Destiny patiently waiting

I'm anticipating the confrontation

Committed to the nation

I've already accepted my fate

Vibing with God every day

Praying to the lord every night

I guess I'm trynna get it right

I'm surrounded by pussy with no hoes

Real turning flaw

Fake acting real

It's time to rebuild

Conrad it's on you

E Man what it do

Free my niggas asap

Real niggas ain't ya dog no more

Ya ole lady don't love ya no more

Street niggas ain't sticking to the code no more

The game ain't changing

Niggas playing for keeps, they acting

You can blame it all on them people

My people bamming us too

Yea my people bamming us too

The words to this curse

A lot of good niggas fall

But you've got to stand strong and keep your head up

This a product of the burg coming straight off the block

It's a way of life

The way we living

My heart bumping to the beat

Bleeding through the night

I'm reminiscing when I write

My heart bumping to the beat

Bleeding through the night

I'm reminiscing when I write

My heart bumping to the beat

Bleeding through the night

I'm reminiscing when I write

My heart bumping to the beat

Bleeding through the night

I'm reminiscing when I write