Chorus: Joan Davis]

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto

Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh



[GZA]

Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day

Adolescence workin for small pay

World so little, he could never leave his block

His home full of riddle, so he always need his glock

He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smokin

Young wasted minds, fiendin on dimes, cokin

Forgot kids quick to break rules, and known to make fools

out of many, down the streets be more safe than school

There's no diploma, that can break him from the coma

A bloody war in the country, the youth hungry

On the corner, hyenas amongst me

Yabbin bout the stories, they be hearin, always swearin

Can't even spell the shit that he be wearin

Caught up in the silk web of material

Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue

The young is lost at their own cost, dreamin

Screamin how we never hold positions, that's the meanin

Brothers of murder victims share the same grief

The elderly shake their head in disbelief

and no relief came till I aimed

and blast one shot and left my name

The GZA... *echos*



[Chorus]



[Njeri]

My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks

on torn down blocks, drug spots set out their shops

and cops watch, innocent niggaz roam in flocks

Romanism in tops, papers and knots

Churches and liquor stores on every corner, plot to get money not

some funny niggaz act like they could pop glocks and those who can't cop

Sisters givin up ass a lot, brothers givin up cash a lot

They be strugglin to become someone because their parents not

Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle

When the devil uncivils society and die free

With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks

and wrists the God is now a dog, the earth is called a bitch

and all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness

To push a lexus, ice on everythin from rings and braclets to the necklaces

Children molested within these pest infested buildins

Thieves uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilins

Peelin off, but all I see is lost black babies callin

"Please somebody save me, please somebody save me"



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Joan Davis]

Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto