it doesn’t seem like
i’ll be going nowhere
i’m just a victim of the ghetto
it doesn’t seem like i’ll be
getting too far too far
you know tone
it really ain’t that bad
once you understand
the science of this shit
college boyz coming to you
for the year 000
covering all sectors
of the universe
creep through the hood
with my drop top
gangstas on the sidelines
throwing up nothing
but a peace sign
brothers on the curb
with the herb
levis knee high
og’s clock as i creep by
crib to crib
grown ups to kid’s girls i did
they all know me
so the ghetto stays cozy
fiends and teens
sport a couple of trophies
one for the dope man
and the other for the homie
the ghetto’s a real
cool place to be fucked up
sundown to sunup
but that’s the way we come up
you talk with the street slang
you ball and you gang bang
that’s where the family hangs
so it ain’t no thang
it doesn’t seem like
i’ll be going nowhere
i’m just a victim of the ghetto
it doesn’t seem like i’ll be
getting too far too far
repeat
yeah it’s like a family affair
if you get through
plenty of old cuts
say what’s up
keep your mouth shut yup
high rollers know me
but they don’t own me
fuck you
50 might roll through quite slow
keep the forty in the bag
and throw away the zig zag
waiting for five or six to come
down goes the sun
so we can run a game of
from time to time some busters bring the noise and try to stop me because them cannot relate to the presence of my posse
call me anything
from a hoodlum to a thug
you can push and you can shove
and i still won’t budge
repeat x
i’m just a victim of the ghetto
won’t be getting too far too far
i’m just a victim of the ghetto
too far too far no
movie stars yuppies
macs and politicians
roll through to get
a nickel or a ten
they know me i know them
but then again i can’t extend
more than i need to
cause suddenly they read me
and lead you astray
and transactions completed
your presence in my ghetto
ain’t needed so beat it
born and raised on
the same damn concrete
and i’ll be put to sleep
in these streets
i step into a different world
for college education
keep my safe ways
pay days stays in effect
i just can’t let go
i want my respect so
i gotta return to the
nation of my ghetto
repeat
i’m just a victim of the ghetto
too far to far
so know you now
college boyz sending out a fistful
to the baytown posse
concrete evidence the cb posse
my main man tj
omega psi phi overdose
suicide homicide
doa and genocide
and to the law
keep your ass on the
other side of the tracks
this is the q signing out
on radio fusion radio
victim of the ghetto
checkmate
repeat to fade
Artist: The College Boyz
Year: 1992
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 272