Ghetto Gospel

I come from a place where the dad is a urban legend

The father is a mother it's a black and white world but we love in living color

What a rumble in the jungle with a lot of bullshit among us

But it's even worse when you let it become ya

And how can I adapt and overcome, relax and hold my tongue

When the one who wears the badge is the one with smoking guns

See some officers and ran, because all we know is run

Nigga I can't take a chance I gotta get home to my son

You call it protect and serve but shit I beg to differ

If I ain't know any better I'd say you scared of niggas

Junior gotta hug the block, shoota gotta be a soldier

Y'all stripped us of everything, now you trynna keep our culture