Jasper Sawyer In The Ghetto
Verse 1:
Walking back from school on a street called Martin Luther King
What a scene, cause the kids there don't have a dream
Guessing am I really different
All straight A's, but my family act beligerent
But then I look at Raymond next door
The class clown don't think it's funny anymore
His little sister screaming daddy don't hurt us
Cause an animal can kill at the circus
Les Miserable can't put a dent in the
Pain of the children playing by the fence
Faces of the fatherless
Locked in the pen, it's Ghetto Miserable happening again
Facebook obituary dead at twenty seven
Babies born with daddy up in ghetto heaven
I'm not ashamed, to say my mama saved me
But I can feel the pain of my people going crazy
Chorus:
I'm not ashamed, I won't lie, my mama saved me
Another baby born in the ghetto
Only God knows why, angels come stand by
Hear the children cry in the ghetto
Verse 2:
My mama kept me out of the ghetto
But still bout half my family trapped in the ghetto,
So part of me is enjoying this filet mignon
The other part is drowning from the guilt of moving on
Dope boys lovin it everyday they hustling
My cousin keep having babies
But never do enough for them
Company meetings to profit from the strife
Then company parties to make wrong feel right
My granny died young in the ghetto
Everything crumbled when she left she was conquering the egos
My brother's gone Smegol it's Lord of the Rings
The Lord of the hood-life
Thug made King
Old enough to see the truth now it's not as glamorous
Losing your baby brother that's not the half of it,
Mommy sells foods stamps, tryna cash in
She'll never get a job so they'll never raise her rent
Government assistance keeps her submissive
I hate to see the ghetto kids minds left defenseless
There go my old hood seeing the familiar
Crazy how my family never gonna leave here
Another baby born in the slums of the projects
A brilliant mind could come up and deify it
But still not as cool as it looking on the the tv,
This is ghetto Rome and the people die easy
Chorus:
I'm not ashamed, I won't lie my mama saved me
Another baby born in the ghetto
Only God knows why, angels come stand by
Hear the children cry in the ghetto
Bridge:
I'm riding down Jefferson, yeah 1803
God gave me protection, growing up on these streets
Got friends gone to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got people in the ghetto and I love them, and they love me
Chorus
Bridge Repeat