Back to the Ghetto lyrics

[Intro: Michael Rapaport]
—ghetto you go!

[Hook]
Back to the ghetto you go
Back to the ghetto you go
This life ain't restful, you know
This life ain't restful, you know
Back to the ghetto you go
Back to the ghetto you go
This life ain't restful, you know
This life ain't restful, you know
(!eoh ,04 edistsaE)

[Verse I]
Moved back to the A, I'm here to get paid
I'm 20 but living life like I can't wait
I'm ready to just up and bumrush the stage
And get me some gold like I play for LA
Wearing a mask, so you know I ain't patient
My family got red and blue like they Haitian
To get to the dough, the final dеstination
I been on go since I first left that station
Y'all done slеpt on me too long
You should call me Ali Wong
Swing my cobra nice and strong
Come here baby, hear my song
You don't know what you can't see
Ain't sh*t you can say 'bout me
Like I was born in Kentucky
I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
I live my life for I, so why do you insist
On telling me your way to live like my mind don't exist?
Yeah I stay true to the crew, that Riptide posse
And my prayers are sent to Jah, and his prophet Selassie I
Why lie? I'm just a kid from the dark side
Trying to learn to hold my head up and my heart high
So when I finally make that level with the views
Where I got too much to lose, I don't wanna hear that news
[Hook]
Back to the ghetto you go
Back to the ghetto you go
This life ain't restful, you know
This life ain't restful, you know
Back to the ghetto you go
Back to the ghetto you go
This life ain't restful, you know
This life ain't restful, you know

[Verse II]
Shouldn't even really speed it up
Cause you n*ggas never had a chance of keeping up
And I know what's coming's sweeter than a Reese's cup
So please pick up
I'm having the time of my life
But when the lights off, I cry
Missing my grandmamas
Essie, Rubye & Betty sky high
Wish they could look at me now
All of them should have seen how
Their grandson been putting beats down
I know they would have been proud
Lost 'em three years in a row
Made me go near insane, so
I let all my fear and pain go
If they can't hear it, they know
I feel like Kenny in "ELEMENT", all my grandmas dead
So you know ain't nobody praying for me, I'm on your head
I use their faces as motivation to go out and get it
And when I'm finished, I thank them, go home and blow loud, forgetting
I made it out of the 'Bany and I ain't tryna go back
So I just keep stuffing poetry through this microphone jack
But I ain't stressing, I got my peoples, I never really lacked support
Who's that knocking on the door? I hope not Michael Rapaport
[Hook]
Back to the ghetto you go
Back to the ghetto you go
This life ain't restful, you know
This life ain't restful, you know
Back to the ghetto you go
Back to the ghetto you go
This life ain't restful, you know
This life ain't restful, you know
Back to the ghetto you go
Back to the ghetto you go
This life ain't restful, you know
This life ain't restful, you know
Back to the ghetto you go
Back to the ghetto you go
This life ain't restful, you know
This life ain't restful, you know