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As the bullets flies On a hot and smoggy Compton mornin' On a dumpster lay a baby so unlucky to be born In the ghetto (In the ghetto... ) And the hooker cries Because if there's one thing that she don't like It's getting gang raped and her hair instead she'd swipe In the ghetto (In the ghetto... ) People, who don't understand A cop needs a helping hand Or we're gonna be in a heap of trouble some day Now take a look at you and me It's immediate to be seen Or do we simply drop our guns And let the crooks just blast away As the city burns There's a nine year old smokin' Angel Dust Got a Glock in his hand but is gonna get busted In the ghetto (In the ghetto... ) And my stomach turns Say what's with Tomica? Her belly looks heavy She' sonly eleven and she's gonna have a baby In the ghetto (In the ghetto... ) Then one night after graduation The suburban kids came to town They'd buy some weed, cruise around Meet the wrong gang and they'd get gunned down As a rich boy dies In the hazy distanse a battered wife bleeds While a majie, 'ol dog lays a dirty bum's feed In the ghetto (In the ghetto... ) God knows I tried... But on a hot and smoggy Compton mornin' A police man like me is the object of scorn In the ghetto (In the ghetto... ) And the bullets fly (In the ghetto... ) |