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It's A New Day
Heavy D. & the Boyz
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I'm sure everybody has their opinion
About what happens in the ghetto
And why people act certain ways, you know
But you can't truly know unless you live there
It's like a Catch-22 situation, you know
It's like you don't like it, but you have to understand it
It's rough
It's not as easy as some people wanna think
It's hard, it's real hard
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Another day in the ghetto
Well alright
Another day in the ghetto
Well alright
Niggas killin' niggas, what you figure with your finger on the trigger
You could be a bigga, big money, Big Willie gettin' bigger
It's a shame the way you live, you give grief
All things must change, so when will we have peace? (A piece of what?)
Of my mind in this country
I'm really sick and tired of hearin' "Mama I'm hungry"
Or "Mama please tell me when will Papa come home?"
Papa never comes home, Papa's a rollin' stone, hey
Sometimes I picture sellin' drugs, but then again
I know 'nough friends who sold drugs in a fed pen
So I just sit back and bounce and count the amounts
Of young brothers who died from a drug dealer's ounce
Of coke or dope that some little black kid smoked
Might as well pass a rope
So we could hang ourselves, get a gat, bang ourselves
Kill another brother, and just damn ourselves
Another day in the ghetto
Another day in the ghetto
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Ayo, black on the block, sellin' rocks, had a gat
He was strapped with a MAC and a baseball cap
To the back, in pursuit of the loot
He was true with his troops, meet his crew
On the block where they sold soup
In order to keep in order, this is sorta manslaughter
Pat a brother down, make sure there's dope, take a quarter
But yo don't flex, 'cause here's what's next
X got a Tec and he's pressed to catch wreck
My man's around the block with a Glock that's half-cocked
Who cares about a cop, a cop could get popped
Some kids in hoodies had the goodies
Now could he or would he be a part of a neighborhood hoodin' hoodies
'Cause in his mind there's a picture of how to get richer
Big dollar signs, numbers and figures
Feelin' kinda itchy, itchy finger on the trigger
Pop goes the gat, down goes another nigga on the block
Another day in the ghetto
Another day in the ghetto
3 In the mornin', everything is goin' swell
Yo what the hell, that's the bell
Open up the door, it's my man, "Yo whassup Hops'?"
"Yo Hev I got some bad news, your brother's been shot" (Damn)
Jetted to the hospital, prayin' for a miracle
Lord I know he's vacant, see my brother's kinda physical
Drippin' with sweat, but I won't tell my moms yet
She moms is under pressure, and she'll just be a wreck
Pacin' in the hallway, ran into the doc
"Yo doc, what's his chances?" "Son his chances ain't a lot"
Peeped into the room but I can't describe the pain
See I knew it was my brother but he didn't look the same
Somehow I got the nerve to put my hands upon his chest
Held the tears from my eye as I felt for his breath
And all I really remember is the word from my mother
"My baby's gonna die", and now I miss my brother
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Another day in the ghetto
Another day in the ghetto
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