Little Ghetto Boy (Prelude)

You know you ghetto, boy

When you got a face with a scar

And your highest aspirations is a place and a car

Shorties pull out and bust like a money shot

Now he on the run, he hot

And he hurtin' his Granny and she the only one he got

The hood so shady

You give up hope, of ever even tryin' to find a sunny

Spotlight, they caught him at the

Stop light, but if he woulda run that yellow

Then he coulda run the globe

But instead with speed

They put one in the middle of his frontal lobe

Like a unicorn

I'm just tryin' to keep you informed

To my little ghetto soldiers in they gold

Green, red, and blue uniforms, church

But I'm feeling like the loneliest monk

So I pull me a Thelonius Monk and blew the horn

That we don the monikers of goons and gangsters

And are trained to conduct ourselves true to form

So we add a "Shorty," a "Money," a "Mack"

A "Lil'," a "Eazy," or a "Young" to our name

So all the big ballers grab rims and hung in the game

And there's a degree of difficulty

To make it from the ghetto boy into the manhood

Especially when you know that your fresh greens

Will help eliminate a canned good

Can good, and bad coexist

In a place with plenty of off ramps but no exits?