It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)   Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)   Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it   Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it      Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy   Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?   Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it   Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it      I feel like a bird nigga with no wings   I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change   My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat   And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police   I done seen little kids in the projects starving   I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin   See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines   But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines   And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country   Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money   And the media starting east and west coast wars   I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all   Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up   But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up   Gave us three halves and high interest student loans   Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home      Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy   Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?   Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it   Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it      Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy   Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?   Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it   Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it      It's real when you can do whatever you want to do   When you want to do it   Ain't to many niggas out there living like that   That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it   How many niggas in the penn   How many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?   How many strikes y'all niggas need   How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?   WHYWhy you gotta make your momma cry?   HUHShe take you out of the street   Cause that's where you gonna die   But you won't listen cause your mind is one track   And your head is hard   And your getting flipped, and your talking back   Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall   Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall   But that's far and all   And sore and all, it's cool when it started off   Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs   Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow   Living in a messed up time, a messed up court   I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more   It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands   That's why I'm praying to God   Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water   Cause it's your world, and we your children   Your sons and your daughters   We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto   Trying to make it to mars      Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy   Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?   Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it   Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it      Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy   Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?   Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it   Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it      Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game   Wishing I can change, I've been through so much   Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain   The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I   But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies   I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days   Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries ain't that far away   Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel   Like our people scared to stand there   The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers   But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street   Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police   See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug   If I had to draw a picture of my life   I have to paint my picture in blood   Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this   Get you something cause cemetaries   Packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich   So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard   To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions   When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream   I like to scream when I came home from jail   When I was told best friend turned into a fiend   I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes   Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive   They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop   I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby   Congratulations, she on rocks      Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy   Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?   Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it   Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it      Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy   Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?   Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it   Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it