I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
Headed from the bottom to the top
Cause there's nowhere left for me to go
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto where the life sucks
And mama's and daddy's lose their life over a couple bucks
And babies abd baby mama's have to endure the killin
Where all of the local news crews promote the villian
Never promote the willin, not consider the lost
Ones who caught between the guns and paying the cost
Dealers payin the boss, boss payin the law
The law turn a blind eye from the crime they saw
Money blinding us all
We lust after it bad
Especially presented to people who never had
The Messiah is sad, His creatioj so low
That's why I represnt the poor
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
Headed from the bottom to the top
Cause there's nowhere left for me to go
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
My people livin in the hood tryin to get dough
They sellin bootleg and clothes and booty and blow
Daddy locked in a hole
Shawyy chasin the cheddar
Mama working so hard tryin to keep family together
Tryin to endure the weather and stay close to the light
The trails of life ain't never right but enduring the fight
Not believin the hype and lies the devil will tell
If it was left up to satan we'll all burn in hell
We'll all sit in jail; our families will suffer the pain
We'll all walk through life without callin on Jesus name
That's why satan a lie and God don't love him no more
And so he hatin on me, bro
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
Headed from the bottom to the top
Cause there's nowhere left for me to go
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
I've lived in gutter ghettos, it's alwys been hard
Always been protecfed by God and always been smart
Always been black, poor and ugly, an outcast
Fast with the heart of 200 Hermi's to out past
And outlast my adversaries
Think it's a game?
And I don't need my grill and chain to rep Messiah name
Cause He was beat for and died and rose from the grave
That's why I don't need a hater, ok, to know I'm saved
He love thugs, the ghetto
God, He is not done
I preach and teach and resude where you cannot come
Where they ride high on 2 sixes and get low in 4
Christ died for all of us fog, even the gutta of the ghetto
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto
Headed from the bottom to the top
Cause there's nowhere left for me to go
I'm from the gutta of the ghetto