Ghetto There - Mac Mall, Eboni Foster

Hey, living these days ain’t no joke

Fiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke

And if not they affiliated with the game

It ain’t like the old days in '93 thangs changed

A young brotha might blast ya if he has to

And a punk won’t last a

Second in the place where I’m living at

Cause everybody and they momma’s pack gats

Some pack these Tech-9s and might live fine

But a tre-eight will always keeps thangs straight

Cause it ain’t nothing like suburbia

Cause in the hood a young soldier might murder ya

Its kind of sick when you’re watching your partner get killed

Straight pimped off the earth dying over turf

That the other man owns but us youngsters don’t know this

We killing one another just to show who the dopest

While us brothas is capping the ‘blue eyed devil' is laughing

And my cuddies is dying man I wonder what happened

To the peace and togetherness ‘black fists' raised in the air

But us youngsters don’t care

So I wonder partner ‘is unity a dream?'

So kick back to my ghetto theme

And it goes like this

Young players got to get it together

Young players got to get it together

Young players got to get it together

Young players got to get it together

(What's up? What’s up?)

Young players got to get it together

Young players got to get it together

Young players got to get it together

Young players got to get it together

Back in the days I never tripped but then I noticed

That people were my color were coming up the shortest

Life ain’t cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets

He got ‘mail' on his mind plus a ‘nine' and fools talk about peace

All he wants is his piece of the pie

Can’t get no ‘9-to-5' so on the streets he got to strive

And do what he got to do to get his money on

So don’t trip when you see him with the cellular phone

Cause that’s the way that he’s pimping the system

Strictly coming up with all the fools against him

Dealing with the mass confusion

Robbing and looting

And drive by shootings

But in the ghetto its an everyday thang thou

Without togetherness things ain’t gone change thou

I was told to keep my ‘eyes-on-the-prize' but I can’t

So I hind behind the dank and the drank

To camouflage all my pain

Ghetto got us insane

Since our vision is blurry we don’t know this maine

We need to come together on these inner city streets

Cause if we don’t we all going to be deceased

Peep the ghetto theme

In '93 it ain’t the government mind tricks

It’s young brotha’s with the gats and the clips

That’s quick to click and shoot

For practically nothing

Because these brotha’s these days mayn have no patience

School ain’t cool when you’re learning about the slave days

And all the presidents making all them slave trades

You should see you’re turning the future into the past

And throw some cash, a brother done blast

On another damn I thought we smarter than that

But it seems without the gats we ain’t even all that

Plus some fools with a sag in our pants

We need to put the nine’s down and let our minds advance

Young sister yeah she’s a pregnant-free teen

But she don’t know that once she was a queen and her man was a king

Now her man sells dope on the avenue

I know its cruel but this is what they push us to

Brotha’s now we have way too much hate

We might be from different states but we all from the same place

Times is hard but they ain’t hard as it seems

All I do is say ‘peace'

And kick my ghetto theme

Yeah… this Mac Mall

Expect yall Just letting yall know

Yall brotha’s in ‘the Bay'

Mayn we got to get it together

So what?

Eboni let them know…

Them know them know get our selves together

Haaaaaaa haaaaa