I may not be what you think of me, but you see I can only be me.
Confused? Hell no I ain't no trick that jumps and loves and moves on
Life in the Ghetto is crazy, but houses are like a mansion to me cause I am only 1 child
I may be wild so I come to be myself to understand that I am someone who needs love, but not always sexually
I have heard of 'Poetic Justice' to have my way
I'm a Ghetto Soul Child that lives in the Ghetto for a reason.
I had dreams of coming out of the Ghetto
People killing each of their kind and taking what is mine
Damn it hurts so much because I suffer it everyday of the week
Drugs, loose women, n' drinkin' Greg Goose, how do they work everyday serving crack cocaine, serving Mary Jane,and dat Nose Candy ain't not buisness, but muthafuckin' fast money
I CAN ONLY MAKE IT OUT JUMPING FROM DICK TO DICK?
Hell no it ain't my fault I didn't ask to come here from a drug dealer and a neighborhood's finest hoe, that's not me.
Can I tell you my life?
Yes.
Let me start by saying
My Name is Ghetto Soul Child.