GHETTO MUSIC

This is that straight ghetto music
please don’t confuse it
with that we ghetto music
i remember when we were ragamuffins
talking about nothing, fronting
like we were doing something
foodstamps, and bubble lamps
weed, and wild irish rose
bell bottoms, and cornrows
the roof was on fire
p- funk took us higher
as we took a egotrip
rode on the mothership
until a hip hop hippy to the hippy
up jumped a boogie to be
turned into i want to be free
fight the power
do the right thing
the chronic
now isn’t it ironic

this is straight ghetto music
please don’t confuse it
with that we ghetto music
pour out a little liquor
it’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday
let’s get it on, and marvin gaye
papa was a rolling stone
wherever he laid his hat was his home
like new jack city
chilling with the boys in da hood
who grew up to be
a menace to society
when they lost their sobriety
a liquor store on every corner
where we
sang those old classics
kangol hats, and sun glasses

This is straight ghetto music
please don’t confuse it
with that we ghetto music
because we sung
we shall overcome
played in the streets
fire hydrants gushing water for fun
so we could escape the summer sun
the ice cream man
playing that crazy music
that straight ghetto music
the kids came running
like they did when the police showed up
hopped the fence, or jumped
ran into the house
where mama pumped
straight ghetto music

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