Not Another Ghetto Song
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Is poverty the epitome of unhappiness? I never was poor, but I can tell you this Being wealthy, ain't all it's cracked up to be Sure, there's hardly a worry about money But little is real with material No need to steal, but it's hard to feel And even harder to tell who's truly true to you until your burial A wise woman once told me, "A miracle is much easier to see in the eyes of the needy" Because the will for the need will always be, see That's why, this is... This is not another, ghetto song Is this not another ghetto song? This is not another ghetto song Is this not another ghetto song? Is this not another ghetto song? This is not another, ghetto song Is this not another ghetto song? This is not another ghetto song Is this? The place where I'm from is not a slum or a ghetto It's a grassy green meadow where the atmosphere's mellow With sunny warm shadows and friendly hellos A place with white picket fences and expensive model homes Suburbia, California: where the money grows on trees Where everyone in the world wants to come gather leaves There's police on every block and a low rate of crime Consumers flock in an oblivious, blind state of mind It's still safe to leave your car unlocked at night I swear, where I've never heard gunshots in my life It's not right, kids grow up in a bubble unaware Of trouble elsewhere, never had to struggle, know it and don't care It's where conservative views prosper and soak up votes Where the media creates masses of ignorant clones Where I write poems in hopes of salvation someday For the souls of these hopeless innocents, I pray Where the guilt lies the thickest, but the conscience is clean Where the only chronic is green and kids jock the mainstream Young kids never had a job and driving brand new cars While Mexicans do cheap labor and work hard The fakest people you'll ever meet spread word in the wind Pretend to be your friend and will do it again Surrounded by mental slaves, I thank God I was blessed With the knowledge to preserve my life for righteousness Is this not another ghetto song? This is not another ghetto song Is this not another ghetto song? This is not another, ghetto song This is not another, ghetto song Is this not another ghetto song? This is not another ghetto song Is this not another ghetto song? This is... Radicalifornia, my birthplace and residence Of everywhere in the world it takes precedence Berkeley, right next to Oak-town If there's a righteous movement, that's where it goes down Oakland's known for ghettos, Raiders, and A's Frisco's known for lesbos, flamers, and gays But still, I love the city of the hills The smell of ocean and smog, the freezing wind chills Silicon Valley, suburban sprawl, represent Tri-Valley, lurking in the small town of Pleasanton That's where my roots soaked water and grew Like those coastal redwoods, circa Santa Cruz Not to mention, the Mexican influence And the ganja's smells so nice, who the hell lights incense? It makes sense, why everyone wants to live here And it's grown lots, I recall way back in my fifth year My town was tiny, open space and some wilderness That was nineteen-ninety, now everyone's made their pilgrimage Businesses convince employees to relocate with a salary increase But the cost of living will never let the rest in peace Face the harsh reality that reality is harsh If you don't like the humidity you can evacuate the marsh But when life gives you lemons, make lemonade That's why I could never flee my city and live as a renegade This is not another ghetto song Is this not another ghetto song? Is this not another ghetto song, song? This is not another ghetto song If there's one thing I ever learned, it's that somebody's always got it worse I'm in the valley, you're in the alley, but I'm wondering who's in the hearse And it hurts because I had advantages and then some But realize you can't buy some things, even with the fat income A truth commonly doubted, "give me a million dollars" I'ma live happily without it, that's the words of a true scholar And I mean it true, because knowledge is power Not knowledge as in school, colleges only consume my hours Yeah, you could spend four years in the prime of life To guarantee you a career and maybe there you'll meet a wife And you could settle down with three and a half kids, eatin' apple pie Work a nine-to-five every day until, hopefully, you happily die But not I, I've seen my parents try to live that lie That's why my whole goal is to have an afterlife That's something to work towards that's much, much greater And nothing I was born with leans those odds in my favor So no, I'm not from a ghetto, and that doesn't make me better I suggest you let it go, but you can hate me if it makes you feel better Because regardless, I will still keep it real Whether or not you admit how my rap made you feel
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