Aceyalone - Ghetto Youth lyrics

Ghetto youth, what a struggle was the proof Ghetto youth youth youth [Verse 1] Self Jupiter While your was in your pro keds Playing hide go get it, spin the bottle Me and my n***as were pushing mo-peds And yanking back the throttle Before I learned the art I was selling go-karts and bike parts, yep Young arnett, a.k.a aristotle The biggest and most colourfulness marble The wittiest and the host Instigating all the squabbles I grew with all the rockwilers, scholars and shot callers Peep, 48-08 arkan? street Honestly ain't nobody been represtenting as long as me I sing a sad song For all my real n***as rest in peace All ghetto youth hold tight your time will come [Verse 2] Aceyalone I started out against the odds Live and stereo Type just a ghetto youth eating cereal A good kid with potentual College material Gave it up to the be the mic Grand imperial Here we go another freestyle fellow adventure How bout' another rendezvous for the inventors The party's maybe hard to find But well worth it You know we got all the flavors to make it perfect My people always try to tell me We should comercialize, realize, socialize So you can optimize I try to tell em' We run our own enterprize We keep it wise not like though's other guys All factory more than satisfactory The underground is backing me s**ers is hacking me But i still keep it all in perspective Acceptic eclectric Respect my collective All ghetto youth hold tight your time will come [Verse 3] Myka 9 My daddy was a jazzy pimp about alabama But he could of had a bit of trinidadian up in his grammer And my momma had a gypsy type wisconsin slang I was concieved after a swanson tv dinner Couple amphetamines 3 reals of snow Dark strong liqour Winston lights I grew up with the name mike I would've taken flight under the kids that call me white My foster parents Were molly and dudley slaughter? My old dad and old erb? had to get restraining orders When I turned 9 I moved in with elaine Nobody in my family has my last name I used to fight with my teachers Run from the church and the preachers Smoking the reefer with skeezers Under over my junior high school bleachers Having amatuer s** with dorsey high cheerleaders k**er cali b-boy and radio Trying adidas My productive enviroment Oops, over achievers I have knowledge of self And I still believe in jesus All ghetto youth hold tight your time will come