darkness falls when the cold air hits the ghetto streets many are called by few are chosen who s to say that when life will deal you the deck of cards will you have on your poker face the hood is desolate block dark as it s ever been young and strong off rock and tying the heroin and when they fix ain t around larceny settles in that s when the ground opens up and coffins shuffled in ain t nobody getting money they just getting by trying to suppress their poverty by getting high some search the bottle for what they can t find in god an empty stomach and a gun equals homicide some take the day in stride praying that the night will change grandma searching for the answers in her bible page ain t nothing worse on a ears than a crying mother seeing her baby dying stretched in a ghetto gutter murders ruled out they say it s self suicide smoking dicks drying to drift to the other side they say he s in a better place where he ll feel no pain you ll soon know the truth when they dig your grave out my window i see poverty youth is dying feels like death just follows me i see poverty most folks chase a high to escape reality in this ghetto in this ghetto oooh whoooa whooo this fucking recession got everybody stuck broke this shit depressing everybody cut throat if you ain t spending 45 large on the whole joint you re forced to buy 9 hard compressed from a small point the hood dreary neighbours look weary at the young bucks who just pop pills or smoke airy shits scary to niggas with one package on one corner going to war with one ratchet the young bucks catch cases ramming on their afters burn the connect let their man jam them for the package hustling backwards all they want is sneaker money a breitling and a grand marquise a fresh pair of trees and some v neck ts they done with a gun and squeeze til the cops box them in caught him with a glock and ten now they on state roll cold locking in calling home every chance he get talking shit making when i get home threats the block moves on young buck the street don t stop niggas selling whipped up rock the fiends won t cop try to switch they hustle to weed the tree won t pop there s just more of it this shit don t end i seen niggas lose they life playing dice and skin they ll get the same money over lose it twice again there s a war going on outside nobody s safe from you either make a way or take one yeah i just know what i know the ghetto  out my window i see poverty youth is dying feels like death just follows me i see poverty most folks chase a high to escape reality in this ghetto in this ghetto oooh whoooa whooo out my window i see poverty youth is dying feels like death just follows me i see poverty most folks chase a high to escape reality in this ghetto in this ghetto oooh whoooa whooo