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lirik lagu true god - american ghetto

[intro]

[verse one: true god]
american ghetto, the blocks i used to dwell as a youngster/
wild n-ggas off the corner rolling dice by the dumpsters/
we was eating syrup sandwiches with sugar water/
ain’t trying to find no future wife, so i ain’t looking for her/
making fun of all the ch-nks as they took your order/
a good kid at heart, but somehow still a crook in aura/
you see the phony n-ggas act hardest/
but sh-t the quiet n-ggas out there getting it, cause we lack harvest/
it’s all a cycle, a kid grows from being in diapers, to walking the same blocks that his father did/
n-ggas is weed smoking, gun-toting, not aware of what marcus garvey gives/ but they know who bob marley is/
posted/ on the block, never voted/ but they guns done been reloaded/ they follow conditioning that’s promoted/
we been lied to/ supplied to/
selling dope keep us afloat/ born with no hope/ but apathy lives inside you/
religion flow through the hood, try and bury the devil/
living heartless inside of this american ghetto/

[hook]
we living life, chasing money, never stay clean/
american ghetto, the blocks where all my n-ggas dream/
we come from nothing, we just trying to make it on the scene/
american ghetto the blocks where all my n-ggas dream/
you keeping quiet, never telling anything you seen/
american ghetto, the blocks where my n-ggas dream/… the blocks, the blocks, the blocks where my n-ggas dream/ american ghetto, the blocks where my n-ggas dream/

[verse two: true god]
american ghetto, just recalling my experience/
where daily peer pressure starts to alter our appearances/
can’t think on your own, there’s too many interferences/
watch the dope fiends shoot up, call it experiments/
witness as you hearing it/
the architects of genocide reside here, but look closer to who’s engineering it/
we fighting in this war, looking up to all the rappers with clout/
though they ain’t living what they rapping about/
we saw biggie in versace, every n-gga wanna shine like frank/
buy a mercedes, but can’t fill up the tank/
them south n-ggas had us talking about candy paint/
and vogues/ so we just following the curve i suppose/
rap videos, with diamonds that’s froze/ big booty b-tches and hoes/
create a dream for a n-gga that’s poor/ so we wanna make millions like hov/
and get a b-tch like beyonce, or at least achieve one of them goals/ but unsure/
so many n-ggas want the fame, on the stoop, as they pour/
out shots of liquor/ captivated by pictures/ we knocking on heaven’s door/
but fascinated with h-ll/ and aggravated by struggle, but live it forever more/ exaggerated your tales/
of grandeur/ and slander/ you wander into the band of/ dreamers, what do you stand for/
dreaming of wealth now at various levels/
we wanna shine like the rich in our american ghetto/..

[hook]

[verse three: true god]
i’m from the era of patrick ewing, and john starks/
shoot for the stars? i guess my range is beyond arcs/
wanna be barkley, without no rings to capture/
trying to slam harder like vince carter for the raptors/
idolize jordan/
thinking our only options rap, play ball or get left with itemized portions/
so as you look into the eyes of the desolate/
and see what reigns down as a means of the desperate/
excellence/ on courts, just dreaming of being kobe/
observing all of the handles and mimic them all slowly/
i was watching gary payton, shawn kemp, favorite team was the sonics/
rocking that green, while we rolling up chronic/
we looked up to larry johnson, never understood grandmama, emasculation, but his game was accomplished/
lil n-ggas wanna be kj, a fan of the 93′ suns/
to tell the truth that’s where my dreaming begun/
from lebron to durant, the new era is settled/
we wanna ball like the greats in this american ghetto/

[hook]

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