Ode To The Ghetto - Guilty Simpson

Yeah, the ghetto

The ghetto, the ghetto

That’s where I’m from

Detroit City

What up Ol' Knuckles

From the land where they hustlin' hand to hand

And the pigs rush in to jam your plans (Yup)

Ghetto: home where the sharks give loans

And if you don’t pay they’ll break your bones

Old school whips on rims

Dope boys blowing through chips on Timbs

You could get rich if you grind substantial

And there’s a lot of dudes that’s prime examples

Like my old neighbor had gators

Every flavor, raking that heavy paper

However, you get too rich the boys in blue investigate ya

He used to have lethal trees, now it’s just P.O.'s and legal fees (Damn)

But he can’t be mad, the police steal, he got charged for half

I’ve traveled the world, did this and that

Been so many places but still come back

My ode to the--struggle, that hustle

I escaped through it

I’ve traveled the world, did this and that

Been so many places but still come back

My ode to the--where it ain’t all fun

Where I go, where I’m from

We used to do so much for so little

Needy hands held out when the dough trickles

They gotta eat, and if not they ain’t scared of poppin' heat

You get shot for dumb shit;

still I’m thankful

To see what I saw to get this angle

And understand cats don’t give a fuck about another man (Nope)

And the ones with the dough got the upper hand

It might not get your praise

But I love the hood where I was raised (I love it)

It made me the person I am today (Uh huh)

And a part of every word I say

So when I’m in spot with a blunt lit

With my homies from the hood that I run with

Dap me up and keep moving, shit

I pray for the fool that tryin' to play us on some child shit

I’ve traveled the world, did this and that

Been so many places but still come back

My ode to the--struggle, that hustle

I escaped through it

I’ve traveled the world, did this and that

Been so many places but still come back

My ode to the--where it ain’t all fun

Where I go, where I’m from

The concrete jungle, the hood, the blocks

The late night shootouts, the weed, the rocks

The evil cops, the pimps, the whores

The drug wars, bloodshed galore

I’ve traveled the world, did this and that

Been so many places but still come back

My ode to the--struggle, that hustle

I escaped through it

I’ve traveled the world, did this and that

Been so many places but still come back

My ode to the--where it ain’t all fun

Where I go, where I’m from