Ghetto Theme
Mac Mall Lyrics


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Hey living these days ain't no joke
Fiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke
And if not they affiliated with the game
It ain't like the old days in '93 thangs changed
A young brotha might blast ya if he has to
And a punk won't last a
Second in the place where I'm living at
Cause everybody and they momma's pack gats
Some pack these Tech-9s and might live fine
But a try boy keeps thangs straight
Cause it ain't nothing like suburbia
Cause in the hood a young soldier might murder ya
Its kind of sick when you're watching your partner get killed
Straight feel off the earth dying over turf
That the other man owns but us youngsters don't know this
We killing one another just to show who the dopest
While us brothas is capping the 'blue eyed devil' is laughing
And my cuddies is dying man I wonder what happened
To the peace and togetherness 'black fists' raised in the air
But us youngsters don't care
So I wonder partner 'is unity a dream?'
So kick back to my ghetto theme
And it goes like this

Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
(What's up? What's up?)
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together

Back in the days I never tripped but then I noticed
That people were my color were coming up the shortest
Life ain't cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets
He got 'mail' on his mind plus a 'nine' and fools talk about peace
All he wants is his piece of the pie
Can't get no '9-to-5' so on the streets he got to strive
And do what he got to do to get his money on
So don't trip when you see him with the cellular phone
Cause that's the way that he's pimping the system
Strictly coming up with all the fools against him
Dealing with the mass confusion
Robbing and looting
And drive by shootings
But in the ghetto its an everyday thang thou
Without togetherness things ain't gone change thou
I was told to keep my 'eyes-on-the-prize' but I can't
So I hind behind the dank and the drank
To camouflage all my pain, ghetto got us insane
Since our vision is blurry we don't know this maine
We need to come together on these inner city streets
Cause if we don't we all going to be deceased
Peep the ghetto theme

Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
(What's up? What's up?)
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together

In '93 it ain't the government mind tricks
It's young brotha's with the gats and the clips
That's quick to click and shoot
For practically nothing,
Because these brotha's these days man have no patience
School ain't cool when you're learning about the slave days
And all the presidents making all them slave trades
You should see you're turning the future into the past
This folks pass a brother going to blast
On another damn I thought we smarter than that
But it seems without the gats we ain't even all that
Plus some fools with a sag in our pants
We need to put the nine's down and let our minds advance
Young sister yeah she's a pregnant-free teen
But she don't know that once she was a queen and her man was a king
Now her man sells dope on the avenue
I know its true but this is what they push us to
Brotha's man we have way too much hate
We might be from different states but we all from the same place
Times is hard but they ain't hard as it seems
All I do is say 'peace' and kick my ghetto theme

Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
(What's up? What's up?)
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
(And peep... And peep...)
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together
(That's right! That's right!)
Young players got to get it together
Young players got to get it together

Yeah... this Mac Mall
Just letting y'all know
Yall brotha's in 'the Bay'




Man we got to get it together
So make let them know...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mac Mall's "Ghetto Theme" speaks of the harsh reality of living in the ghetto, where violence, drugs, and poverty are rampant. The first verse talks about how life has changed since 1993, and how young people are getting involved in drug dealing and violence. It says that everyone in the neighborhood carries a gun, and that some of them are even killing each other for the sake of pride. The lyrics also mention the lack of unity and togetherness among Black Americans, which contributes to their downfall.


The second verse talks about the struggles of a young man who is trying to make a living in the ghetto. It talks about how hard it is to find a decent job and how many Black Americans are turning to drug dealing to make a living. The lyrics also talk about how Black Americans are still being affected by the legacy of slavery and how the education system fails to teach them about their history. It mentions that the youth needs to put down their guns and focus on changing their mindset.


"Ghetto Theme" has a strong message about the importance of unity and the need for social change. It sheds light on the root causes of the problems that Black Americans face and encourages them to come together to create meaningful change.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey living these days ain't no joke
These days are tough and challenging


Fiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke
Drug addiction is prevalent and every young person is selling drugs


And if not they affiliated with the game
Even if they're not directly selling drugs, they're still involved in the game


It ain't like the old days in '93 thangs changed
Things have changed since the 90s and it's not the same


A young brotha might blast ya if he has to
Young people might use violence if necessary


And a punk won't last a
Someone who is weak won't survive


Second in the place where I'm living at
It's a dangerous place to live


Cause everybody and they momma's pack gats
Everyone is armed and has guns


Some pack these Tech-9s and might live fine
Some people have high-end firearms and are living comfortably


But a try boy keeps thangs straight
But a smart person stays out of trouble


Cause it ain't nothing like suburbia
The issues faced here are very different from those in suburban areas


Cause in the hood a young soldier might murder ya
In the hood, a young person might kill you


Its kind of sick when you're watching your partner get killed
It's extremely disturbing to witness a friend being killed


Straight feel off the earth dying over turf
Losing one's life over a piece of land is ridiculous


That the other man owns but us youngsters don't know this
The land being fought over doesn't even belong to the young people


We killing one another just to show who the dopest
Young people are killing each other to prove who's the best


While us brothas is capping the 'blue eyed devil' is laughing
While young black people are fighting each other, others are amused


And my cuddies is dying man I wonder what happened
My friends are dying and it's very concerning


To the peace and togetherness 'black fists' raised in the air
The idea of unity and solidarity represented by raised fists is disappearing


But us youngsters don't care
Young people are not taking things seriously


So I wonder partner 'is unity a dream?'
So the question arises whether unity is just a distant dream


Young players got to get it together
Young people need to get their act together


Back in the days I never tripped but then I noticed
It wasn't a problem earlier but now it's very noticeable


That people were my color were coming up the shortest
People of color are the ones who are losing out the most


Life ain't cool for a young soldier stuck on the streets
The life of a young person who is homeless and stuck on the streets is not pleasant


He got 'mail' on his mind plus a 'nine' and fools talk about peace
Young people are more focused on selling drugs and having firearms than making peace


All he wants is his piece of the pie
All that they want is their share of the money


Can't get no '9-to-5' so on the streets he got to strive
Because they can't get a regular job, they have to sell drugs


So don't trip when you see him with the cellular phone
Don't be surprised when you see a young person with a fancy phone, it's how they are doing business


Cause that's the way that he's pimping the system
This is their way of working the system for their benefit


Strictly coming up with all the fools against him
Young people have to fight all odds to make money


Dealing with the mass confusion
Dealing with so much chaos


Robbing and looting
Stealing and causing mayhem


And drive by shootings
Killing people while driving by in a car


But in the ghetto its an everyday thang thou
All these things happen every single day in the ghetto


Without togetherness things ain't gone change thou
Without coming together, things will not improve


I was told to keep my 'eyes-on-the-prize' but I can't
They were advised to focus on the future, but cannot because of the present circumstances


So I hind behind the dank and the drank
Resorting to drugs and alcohol to escape reality


To camouflage all my pain, ghetto got us insane
The ghetto is driving them crazy and they are using drugs to forget


Since our vision is blurry we don't know this maine
Their vision is obscured and they can't see the bigger picture


We need to come together on these inner city streets
It's important for everyone to unite on the streets of the inner city


Cause if we don't we all going to be deceased
If they don't unite, they will all die


Peep the ghetto theme
This is what life in the ghetto really is


In '93 it ain't the government mind tricks
In 1993, it's not the government that is causing issues, it's the young people with guns


It's young brotha's with the gats and the clips
It's the young people who have guns and ammunition


That's quick to click and shoot
They're very quick to use their guns


For practically nothing,
They're using their guns for trivial reasons


Because these brotha's these days man have no patience
Young people these days do not have any patience


School ain't cool when you're learning about the slave days
School is not interesting when you're only taught about past slavery days


And all the presidents making all them slave trades
Presidents in the past had traded slaves, which is not commonly talked about


You should see you're turning the future into the past
Young people are causing the future to look like the past


This folks pass a brother going to blast
This disrespect shown to others is enough to trigger someone into using weapons


On another damn I thought we smarter than that
They should be smarter than resorting to violence


But it seems without the gats we ain't even all that
Without their guns, they feel inadequate


Plus some fools with a sag in our pants
Young people with sagging pants look foolish


We need to put the nine's down and let our minds advance
Young people need to leave their weapons and focus on personal growth


Young sister yeah she's a pregnant-free teen
Young girls are getting pregnant at very young ages


But she don't know that once she was a queen and her man was a king
She doesn't know that she comes from a royal lineage


Now her man sells dope on the avenue
The father of their unborn child is selling drugs on the streets


I know its true but this is what they push us to
It's the environment they live in that pushes them into these actions


Brotha's man we have way too much hate
There's too much hatred among the young men


We might be from different states but we all from the same place
They may have different backgrounds, but they all belong to the same community


Times is hard but they ain't hard as it seems
Although the times are tough, it's not as bad as it seems


All I do is say 'peace' and kick my ghetto theme
All they can do is promote peace and speak about life in the ghetto




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@gregs7460

R.I.P. 2Pac and Big Stretch. Young playas gotta get it together.

@Amari19_

This was when music was REAL and had deep meaning in the lyrics!!

@YouknowIliveforever

I swear if i see another person saying this

@simmsive71is

That's the truth rap was alot better music with substance

@traviscarter1023

@@simmsive71is Agree nowadays you gotta go underground for real music. Mainstream rap got destroyed to much bullshit going on.

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@mrlwiseman2900

This is for anyone who's ever lost someone. R.I.P Dad. PAC, biggie, Pimp C, Kobe Bryant, heavy D, Malcolm X, MLK, Marcus Garvey,

@traviscarter1023

Facts some of the realest these are my heroes.

@SMOGDOGG949

Also RIP RANDY "STRETCH" WALKER

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