Product of the Ghetto

(One, two, three, four)
(Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

As the snow flies
On cold and grey Chicago mornin'
A poor, little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
Is another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

(In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
(In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out
I tried to go, but I get stuck
It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box
Born in the ghetto
I never asked to be born in the ghetto
I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto
I can't help it, yes, I was born in the ghetto
I'm a product of ghetto (and his mama cries)

Ghetto this, thug that, thug this, ghetto that
This ain't shit I could control
I'm a product of my habitat
Police think that I'm a menace, it's probably 'cause I keep a gat
Surprised I never sprung a wrist, late night
I'm quite surprised I never got caught, late night, shootin', strapped
Surprised I never got caught, no mask, give me that

Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out
I tried to go, but I get stuck
It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box
Born in the ghetto
I never asked to be born in the ghetto
I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto
I can't help it, yes, I was born in the ghetto
I'm a product of ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

(In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
I'm a product of the ghetto

Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out
I tried to go, but I get stuck
It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box
Born in the ghetto
I never asked to be born in the ghetto
I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto
Yes, I was born in the ghetto

In the ghetto (in the ghetto)

Seen my mama cry, I asked the reason
Her baby sellin' drugs, she caught me leavin'
Said my first ten thousand, thought I was dreamin'
Said they was solid, they got hard, they was leavin'
You won't believe what I done did
You won't believe what I done seen

Police get behind, I run
They chase me, took one for the team
Gat like Bob the Builder, handy-mandy hammer in my jeans
I was born and I ain't choose the streets
The streets chose me

I was born in the ghetto
Raised in the ghetto
I learned form the ghetto
AlI know is the ghetto (in the ghetto)

And his mama cries (in the ghetto)
As the crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Facedown in the street wiht a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

Born In the ghetto, tryin' to make it out
I tried to go, but I get stuck
It's like I'm trapped inside a tiny box
Born in the ghetto
I never asked to be born in the gheto
I can't help it, I was born in the ghetto

(In the ghetto)
I'm a product of the ghetto



Credits
Writer(s): Mac Davis, Horace Walls, Scott Davis, Johnathan Scott
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