Life Of A Kid In The Ghetto
Ed O.G. and Da Bulldogs Lyrics

Now growin up as a kid in the ghetto There wasn't no horses, no lake or no meadow And I bet you'll find it hard for you to settle In the house I was Edward, on the streets my name was Edo
I grew up in a rough neighborhood with no luxuries. It wasn't easy to feel comfortable in that environment. At home I went by my full name, but on the streets I had a nickname.

My pops passed fast when I was just about 8 All of my success is to my mother, god bless her and thanks For raisin me the right way without the help of my dad All of the role models I had today are in the rehab
My father died when I was a young boy, so my mother played a significant role in raising me. She did so without any help from my dad, who was not a positive influence. Unfortunately, most of the people I looked up to ended up having substance abuse problems.

As I got older I got bolder My hands got bigger and now it's time for me to hold a .38 or any kind of gun And just wait for a sucker to start some
As I grew up, I became more confident and started to feel the need to protect myself. I eventually got my hands on a gun and was willing to use it if someone provoked me.

I'm in my freshman year in a gang actin naughty Me and Brett was rollin ball for his older brother Donnie But both of us were scared so we gave it to Little Jay Because he kept on sayin that ( ? ) pumped around his way But at that time I thought the shit was cool We used to ( ? ) every day after school And get drunk at nights and go start more fights If it was wrong then we did it, we couldn't do nothin right
I joined a gang in my first year of high school and we would cause trouble by playing pranks and starting fights. We were really scared so we gave the responsibility of carrying drugs to someone else. We did all of this thinking it was cool and our way of lashing out, even though it was wrong.

Now I'm still in the gang, I think my posse's no joke Until our first gang fight, then everybody broke Except for five of us, it's a wonder we survived the rush Cause we was outnumbered so we had to think fast We did the sensible thing, and that was to haul ass
I was still part of the gang when we got into our first fight. Most of us panicked and ran away, but a few of us stayed and fought. We managed to survive the fight thanks to quick thinking, but we knew that it was better to run away than to risk getting killed.

Now I'm out of the gang, but ain't nothin changed Sometimes I walk around the way and everything's still the same Except for Easter, me, Glen and Little James Met up with the posse and it felt kinda strange
I eventually left the gang, but the neighborhood still feels the same. I still see some of the people I used to hang out with, but things feel different now that I'm not part of the gang anymore.

Because everyone was mad, cryin, no laughin And then I said, "What's up yo, tell me what happened?" Then someobdy said, "Lee's dead," I'm thinkin Damn, no way, I seen him earlier today
One day, everyone in the neighborhood was upset and crying. When I asked what happened, someone told me that Lee had died. I was shocked and couldn't believe it, especially because I had just seen him earlier that day.

Now that's fucked up, and in my body rage struck up And I was with it to get the niggaz who did it But we didn't make a move that night to go ill And that's when I seriously said it's time to chill
I was furious when I heard what happened to Lee and wanted to seek revenge. However, we didn't end up doing anything that night and I realized that it was time to calm down and stop getting involved in violent situations.

I don't have no enemies but some of the people might not like me But that's not a reason for you to want to fight me But that's the way it is, and that's word to the Edo Cause that's the life of a kid in the ghetto
I don't have any specific enemies, but there are some people who don't like me for no apparent reason. Unfortunately, that's just how things are when you grow up in a rough neighborhood. That's the reality of being a kid in the ghetto.