Ghetto Lyrics

I'm done with depression

I'm tired of the pressure

No pills for my pleasure

Guess pain is my treasure

It's weighing me down

It takes all the effort

And I can't just let go

Coz I'm from the ghetto

I'm from the ghetto where pockets are tight

And love is the start of a fight

Driving the edge of a knife

To niggas who tryna survive

Running from the cops coz ain't nobody wanna do the time

And if so do not do the crime

Next thing you know its for life

Some find it better coz they feed their hunger through their guilty trials

Government with making jobs for us

I guess it was a lie

Now we're just left here to die

All the prices getting high

And if you don't commit a crime

I guess you'll commit suicide

Now don't you die

Don't you die

There's a reason why you're still alive

If you feel you tried and didn't fly yet

It alright

Takes alot to win a fight

Committed and not defined by the demons who can't stand your fire

Stand for what is right

You're the only one that lives your life.

Only one that's left out to determine what is wrong or right

Probably go insane

And the pain that you gain

Probably wouldn't feel the same

If you had someone to blame

So just take the damned shame

Not that deep from the meadows

Moving in the shadows

Listening to J.Cole all alone in this jungle

The struggle and the tussle

Gotta hustle for that muscle

Hello hello to the world of people

The scarcity of sagacity is embiggening

No clarity of the ending that already passed the beginning

Is this the world we're living in

Is this what y'all be visioning

Selfishly wanting to glitter for not eschewing all this faulty from happening

Damn it but how could we but we did

With our concsious and our nonsense and we called it common sense

With temptations and sensations that's not where the problem ends

Having pleasure owning treasure just so we can make demands

In advance let me add

Sorry for staggering

Nothing but prophecy

Honesty modesty

Not a protagonist

Not from a story or legend or odyssey

Not from charisma abiding sobriety

Not from a being envied by jealousy

Or an intimacy of ruling democracy

Opened my eyes and saw what I had to see

So don't try but do what you wanna be

If you have to

Write your biography

Coz this economy

Doesn't have empathy

Most of your role models sold their epitome

And as I see it

They ain't living happily

Just my opinion

I'm sharing what I can see

Nothing official

It's your choice to let it be

Mine is to sit down and do what I gotta do

Open doors to see before you go through

And I'm done