[C-Murder]

You know I just got outta jail and everything

and I'm trying to change my life for the better

You know I got kids to feed but I got a question
you know

Where do I go from here?

Chorus [Sons of Funk]

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

[C-Murder]

So many rainy days and gun sprays, I'm hearing
AK's out my window

Close my shades, let me blaze on this indo

My situation getting sticky, life is green

I mean I'm 19, and my momma is a dope fiend

And I think about all the hard times we had

No dad, no time shared, the buster never cared

A little bastard child, going wild,

Another victim of a broken home, my TRU friend
was the chrome

And if it wasn't for bad, I had no luck at all

I represented my hood, I sprayed my name on the
wall

Fresh outta jail, and I'm here to see the sun
rise another year

But tell me where do we go from here

Chorus [Sons of Funk]

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

[Mac]

The ghetto is hot, it's dark, and most of all
it's a prison

Most of my niggas serve life sentences, only the
few is risen

I made it out the hood but my people still there

Some of them dead, strung out, up in they
wheelchair

I still care from a distance

and I know that any day could lead me back to
that crimey insistance

I tell the kids be persistent, when they follow
they dreams

Ain't no telling what tommorrow brings

Ain't no time to be wasting, you wanna be a
doctor or the patient?

Hesitation can lead to expiration, only God can
predict it,

Where do we go from here, snorting powder,
drinking beer

Smokin' crack, killin' our peers, I shed tears

Chorus [Sons of Funk]

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

[Silkk]

Where do we go from here, after we all gone

and where do we go after we ain't got no place to
call home

Hell I'm just glad to be breathing

?? like I was the projects for a reason

Shit, tell my niggas we gotta live, and some
gotta give

Y'all gotta rise above this shit, and turn
negatives into positive

Yeah I struggled, but I'ma hustler, and that's
self explanatory

So if I die trying, the hood can just tell y'all
my story

Niggas seen killings and drug dealings,

imagine we'd dream through it all

Old ladies ?? through the window, I guess she
done seen it all

It's up to you, cause nobody seems to jam with us

We struggled to long at the bottom, nowhere else
to go but up

Chorus [Sons of Funk]

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone

Tell me where do we go from here?

Tell me why must I shed my tears?

The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home

I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone