little ghetto boy (prelude)

Lyrics

, you know you ghetto boy, when you got a face, with a scar, and yo' highest aspirations is a place, and a car, shorties pull out and bussssst, like a money shot, now he on the run, he hot, and he hurtin his granny and she the only one he got, the hood so shady, you give up hope, of ever even tryin to find a sunny, spot-, -light, they caught him at the stop-, -light, but if he woulda run that yellow, then he coulda, run the globe, but insteed, with speed, they put one in the middle of his frontal, lobe, like a unicorn, i'm just tryin to keep you, informed, to my little ghetto soldiers in they, gold, green, red, and blue uni-forms - chuuch!, but i'm feeling like the loneliest monk, so i pull me a thelonius monk and blew, the horn, and we don the monikers of goons and gangsters, and are trained to conduct ourselves true, to form, so we add a shorty, a money, a mack, a lil', a eazy, or a young to our name, so all the big ballers grab rims and hung, in the game, and there's a degree, of difficul-ty, to make it from the ghetto boy into the man-hood, especially when you know that yo' fresh greens, will help eliminated a canned, good, can, good, and bad co-exisssst?, in a place with plenty of off ramps but no ex-its