OLD GHETTO
Yo… Back n tha day I was eatn a buffet when I thought it was all fun n a game, these kids started to call me a name. I said shit, these bitches are lame. I skated on as I knew I'd neva be in da hall-of-fame. But once they said shit, nothin' would be tha same. I turned n came. Went to them. I took out my lighter n popped a flame, my sling shot started to aim. Light somethin' n in dat time frame suddenly they were tame. Like a lion one started cryn'. Tears started flyn'. I said “I'm sorry my name is Brian. I'm not kiddn' no I'm not tryn' to be bad. You jus got me mad. You don't have to be sad, smile for a while n be glad. Glad dat I didn't hurt you. I mighta' burnt you. But you were gonna fighta' weren't you. Come to my house n we can chill. I don't have one mouse for real. Sit on tha couch it'll be ill. Lata we can shout but we don't taka pill. Bitch, take dat out yo pouch, don't tryta steal.
Old Ghetto That's what I Said Yo
    Old Ghetto Dats where I lived. What I did n what I gived. I didn't give much but my boys we neva kept in touch. People Might think dat's somethin' sucha tragedy but I think itz nothin', nothin' bad to me. This hood is no good. I thought it get bombed or at least get stormed. One time I started to rhyme this girl committed a crime. Broke into my crib n hit me in da rib. When she told da police she tried to fib. As da story goes the glory grows. I ran into da kitchen as dis bitch was bitchin'. I didn't wanna get charged of man slaughter. So I got some hot water n threw it on her. I looked n still foughter. Afterwards I got her. I wouldn't want her to rape my daughter. So da bitch came out n shot her. The police came n caught her. Her face was still hotter. Then I realized it was not her. It was da one dat looked like a wet otter.
Old Ghetto That's What I Said Yo
    Down Wit da broken doors n windows. Spiders spinin' spindles. Getting' bit when u sleepn'. Holes in da walls from peepn'. Da floors bowed n weepin'. Walkin' on them they be creepn'. Jumpn' Dat Gap u should be leapn'. Next to the road n cars be beepn'. Ain't got no pool wit a deepen'. Ghetto Fridge wit food we can't be keepn'. Dirty ass shit on da street. Someone musta got hit. Not much to eat. Winters be so cold barely havin' heat. Loud neighbors. Them swears are all from upstairs. Out the door thrown pairs. On the ground half empty beers. On the other side half broken chairs. Down the drain go their careers. Gettn' mad cuz no one ever shares. Itz mad cold up in here. Itz freezin'. I needa hat how should I wear it believe me. Sometimes I fear if I be in this place the next day. I neva pay my way but still somehow I stay. All ready got a hood, hoodie ova da hat, hat ova da hoodie datz da way it is n datz da way it should be. My boys crib is like dis but would he eva live in a place as bad as dis. I no itz got laced n had itz hits. Came home one-day n saw firemen n windows broken someone fell asleep smokin'. I thought they was jokin' till some dude came out croakin'. Everyone escaped choken as they got the water everythin was soakin' wet now I regret ever movin. But I had no choice. It was either this or fightin' wit my boys, always loud makn so much noise. Everythin I had he destroys. But I'm glad I'm outta dat place cuz all it is now is a lot a rat race. Use ta be haven' retarded renovators fixn' what they started n them broken elevators. N them old pissy hallways they be smellin' like dat alwayz, especially rainy out of all dayz. If da wall be cracked nobody cared da wall stays. It would neva get repaired. Jus like da leaky ceiling. Same shit wit da stairway railing. Dat whole place sucks. Da plaster is still pealing. Dumb ass drugies the probably still dealin'. Some slow ass workers, they still nailing. Some stupid ass kids they in da classroom still failing. Probably gon' be them criminals from da ghetto still stealin'. Water ain't even hot, all we got is cold. I be hatin' dat shit. Place is so old. In da summer, no air conditioner. All we got is a fan. Ya layin' inside n you'll probly get a tan. One bathroom, one person only. All others be usin' a can. Don't gotta hose dat works. Who built dis place, them jerks? Water jus comin' out a hole in da wall. Dis whole buildin's bout to fall. Gonna break apart. Dis crack down da middle showin' it'z bout to start. Da tub faucets always fallin' off. It hurts when it drops n my foot. It all dat soft. I'm into da new ghetto now. Da old is one place I don't hang around. It's more ghetto here. Got ghetto-get-wetto on da ground. It'z quiet too. No loud neighbors makin' a whole lotta sound. So if da old ghetto is upgraded then dis house is old. It needs to be updated. But now I think dats enough hatin'.
Old Ghetto That's What I Said Yo
Old Ghetto That's What I Said Yo