featuring Ron Banks (from The Dramatics)



[WC]

Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it

Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it

So many of us done lost lives to the streets

As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased

Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em

Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium

Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days

Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways

I know it's wrong but it's hard to change

All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game

Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent

Faced with rejection, early age stressin

But now ten years later with doodoo respect

I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks

Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change

Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days



[Ron Banks]

Might sound strange, but I just can't run away

I can't run, run, it might sound strange

but I just can't run away

I can't run, no, run away



[WC]

Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good

Never, I still got love for the neighborhood

And even though now it's infested with gunplay

on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away

Cause if I shook like y'all shook on me

Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?

I can't turn my head on my folks

so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope

Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto

Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto

How come everytime we get some change in our can

we run away and try to move out as far as we can?

I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse

than a de