Master P - The Ghetto Won't Change Lyrics
-some say you can change the ghetto-but you cant-i mean you cant change the people in thereIf they dont want to changeImagine this, imagine thatEverything you want in life, you will never getFrom the ghetto cause its crazyMost niggas want rose ? ? but they get daisiesImagine this, little kids with no shoes onAnd every homeless person I seeIm willing to take them homeBut I cant cause my life is pure miseryEvery dollar I make, ten go back to hillaryAnd bill, I guess life is realBut I know deep inside I was dealt a bad dealAnd life aint fairI dont careEven though I know one dayIll probably be leaving out of hereBut life has no meaningWe was born dreamingBut I was born schemingImagine this, david duke as our presidentImagine ? nuey gambles? as his best friendAnd robert dole would be his best manBut yall steady lookin at us for cocaineI dont own a plane, I dont own a boatI dont ship no *****in dope, from coast to coastMost niggas either locked up or in chainsBlack on black crime foolYou know the ghetto will never changeChorus:But Ill keep holding on(but the ghetto wont change)Ill keep holding on(these little kids aint got a chance)Ill keep holding on(this world aint the same)Ill keep holding on(thats why the ghetto wont change)Imagine life without no rainImagine everybody that you know has the same nameAnd we all would be in sinImagine bout you, killing your best friendThats how it is in the ghetto gNobody care about you, her, him or meBut they quick to point the fingerBut what if the shoe or the ring was on the other fingerAnd the ghetto was goodAnd the neighborhoods like the suburbs wasnt all goodThats where the dope would be atAnd the people in the ghetto would live fatBut it aint all good like thatCause the ghetto is crazyI mean the people live like ratsTaking from they brothers, they sisters, they cousinsAnd niggas would kill they own motherBehind some rock cocaineBut this is some shit that I dont understandThem bullets aint got no names, so you better duckFor you be (blew) ridin in that black truckAnd when you take that long rideLeaving the ghetto trying to get that piece of pieTrying to hustle, trying to make a come upBut in the end you will get done upChorus:
