Ghetto Science - Pro Kid

Ghetto dreams, ghetto stories

Kasi life, gotta talk more about that

Drugs, guns all that shit

Let me tell you a story though

Listen…

Age 15 still a teen, living with a bigger dream

To finish High school study film, hit the bigger screens

Not to shoot boys or blast ass just to get shit

But this cute boy got access to best tits

Bigger brother is caught up in the hype for being foolish

Only 19 no lovers plus H.I.V and two kids

Should’ve been a lesson learned but never

Me, I’m too clever, said the little one thinking he’s better

Here’s a model chick light skinned blond braids bottle shape

Was the comparison used to define the body shape

Big tits, thick lips, an athlete with big hips

African ass to hypnotize you on some sick shit

Your eyes beam speak fast giving you the head rush

Big ass turns you on dancing in the street bash

Split fast I’m leading you now we in the living room

Cute boy kissing the same chick and they leaving soon

Second session within a fraction of a second

He’s sexing supermodel chick with no protection

Sweating driven by demons of misconception

Deceptions to live the rest of his life regretting

5 years later now he’s caught up in the blunder

He lost weight goes up soon to go under

Guns, drugs, slugs

Multiplied by thugs in the slums

Headquarters of corruption

Sick fools, with big dreams

Who skip school, sub-divide you with pistols

Headquarters of corruption

Ghetto science boy… ghetto science boy

Ghetto science boy

It’s ghetto fabulous drug dealers, who live with thug killers

Ex-convicts big guns the slum Hitler’s

From snyman to small boys who deliver packages

Cough pills shoot meals like trigger amateurs

Messengers, tell scorpions to bust savages

Chase a high school 100 meter gold medalist

Down the street over the neighbor’s fence is Africa’s

Finest corner is always on the look like scavengers

From D. K to star town it’s hard damages

Month end you gonna get robbed in dark passages

Can’t trust you rust you came across a bust

Everybody turning their heads and all they see is dust

That’s quick setting rubbing within a split second

He speak sweating heavy breathing coz shit happens

In these dusty streets so stay alert, now who’s your enemy?

Drug abuse some of them call it chemical chemistry

Dozing doping hoping they can start coping

With hardships of life but these pills are provoking

Soaking in sweat, got you graving this laws broken

Enter the single spot come out with eyes half open

Steady walking you smoking blunts you start choking

You are a slave to the circumstance death is approaching

And I just hope you could add that up

You know, and see how crazy it is out there

It’s just headquarters of corruption

And I hope you catching up

Okay let’s carry on…

Now we come to the bus stops, where young kids wait for men

To come pick them up in G-string's Jeep’s and Benz

Gold cards buy fancy things chick brings for friends

Month ends make plans we party and make breads

Make a living out of that like prostitutes take turns

Great friends hate each other coz they fight for fake gents

Shake hands you forgiven is this where the hate ends

Fake pretends never takes you anywhere so take stands

Tear drop from the eye coz you hurt but make plans

Imagine this, a career woman worth eight m’s

With plans to buy lands and push the latest Benz

Now every woman looks up to you for the latest trends

Some just to stick around from dawn to day ends

Loose jeans no belts g-strings when they bend

Over, it’s all you see as they tears man escape

If you got shape escape my sister you get raped