I wake up in the morning in the ghetto
after having a dream that I'm in a field of meadows,
Gunshots are like alarm clocks where i reside
and an ambulance or two always passes by,
Police sirens echo through the streets
and a young person always in the back seat,
Dealers always on the corner looking funny
so watch ya kids because they'll sell to them if they got money,
Guns on young kids, its ridiculous
how they carry something bigger than they is,
Its been going on for many years
but its a surprise to us because they only kids,
They say Innocent until proven guilty
but we all know what money we can do with money,
And the rich get richer while the poor get poorer
and sell ourselves short with scratch offs and win fours,
Its been like this for a while you would think its life
but its just the way i see it through my eyes.
