Ghetto Fairy Tales - Shawnna

These are my ghetto fairytales

Sit back and just listen to what I’m spittin' cause I’m cold

I’m straight reminiscing on all my niggas dead and gone

See when I was young I was just so dumb and didn’t know

How quickly the reaper would come and creap up for your soul

I play with them niggas that like to live it by the chase

They told me whatever you do just keep your body safe

Pitbull in the front and my german shepard by the gates

Blowing blunts of that broccoli to keep my body out of space

And I heard bout my nigga they send up to their face

And they sayin' it’s probable when the feds investigate

Gotta do what I gotta do while they take my nigga away

Promised you my protection I gotta make a nigga pay

Bustin' in the direction of any mothafucka fake

I burn a nigga to residue, residents up in this place

Now they tell me I’m too ghetto for this shit

I feel like I’m the only rebel in this shit

These are my ghetto fairytales

These are the tales, my ghetto tales

These are the tales, that I tell so well

Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside

These are my ghetto fairytales…

Commin' to you live and direct, with revolutionary respect.

Keep ya' heads up, eyes open, fists clenched and dig this…

These are the sentences of those that exist

And the condition of the breedin' resistance

Na fuck the formalities for this is rated R for reality

It is what it is and I’m a give it to you the only way I know how to give it

Ain’t no second takes or commercial breaks

Where they got us at right now-life lines bend that of love and hate

They talkin' 'bout terrorism-shit…

In our streets it seems that realities of every day is september 11.

Being that our lives don’t make the headlines,

And we never get a correct account of

How many of us they be lockin' up and body baggin' up

We have been given the Voice of the Voices

Now it’s gettin back to the point where

On a daily basis we pourin out a lil liqour for the ghetto live-ations

Buy these should be our told testomonies and our safe stories

That other cats won’t even speak about

Now, our pain don’t never go away

And our teachers don’t even want us to know about our real leaders

While we suffer they want somebody else speakin' for us

And while we struggle they want somebody else profiting off of us

Seem like every time we go to the grave somebody gettin paid

This a new age of dealin with plantations

In other words;

ghetto translation;

We gotta all ghetto and those that represent the real

Now it’s only right that those that live this shit and feel this shit

Be the ones to reveal this shit

These are the ghetto fairy tales

These are the ghetto fairy tales

These are the ghetto fairy tales… tales…