This is a song about "Children of the ghetto"

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Millions of children, bitch it must be.

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Or just to stay under a ceilin' in the case of the ghetto

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children