Artist: Lupe Fiasco Album: Fahrenheit 1/15 Part II:Revenge of the Nerds Song: Ghetto Story Typed by: avery.green@gmail.com [Talking] "aye you see the show last night man?" "you see them rims man, you see them new Jordan's man?" "you see her ass yo?" [Singing] I seen it with my ghetto eyes I walked there with my ghetto feet I talked it with my ghetto speech Im copastetic I won't let it Bring me down, bring me dooooown [Verse 1] I said instilled As I peep beneath the tilted brim of my pin-wheel...Steady Mobbin Heavy problems genocide desensitized environments Sometimes make it hard to sympathize, pardon Individuals who's feelins is minsicual soon become criminals...if you dark-skinned And you was raised in the project apart-ments Public-Aid made it so your father couldn' stay, he at the park now Left with only a mother the family structure suffers He will soon cling to hustla's as his guar-dians He's still a boy needs to fill a void...mar-ching Up the block up to no good selling in the wrong hood He was takin' down by a marks-man At his wake 8th grade graduation picture Last verse don't let your habitat get cha(pause) "Lord have mercy on fallen" Amen Feel like I'm hark-ing got the "Harp Angel" for the coming of the "Carpenter" But I got some big fish to fry like marlins Park Niggas [Chorus] I got some questions to ask and I'm waitin' on some answers Like why do the good die young, why ain't there no cure for cancer Can't let the streets dictate my glory, cuz there's somethin' out there for me But I'ma plead my territory So I won't end up just a Ghetto Storrrrry Just a Ghetto Storrrrry Just a Ghetto Storrrry Just a Ghetto Storrrry [Verse 2] And I try to see past it Through the down rolled window on the driver side of my Caprice classic Steady Mobbin' corner store traffic I.E. dope fiends, hookers, and teens with alcohol I.V.'s, I see "Plastic cups is a nickel sixty cents for Dutch mas-ters" My big brothers Pelle Pelle make us forever far gone like weed smoke Looking for greener past-ures Pasturize two percent for $2.19 you can get two quartz There also a sell on Newports Asepera te line for lotto A bumpy face ad of a model huggin' a bottle Salt n Sour Jays and Blue-berry Hugs shorty's consider a meal, them I feel for Sweatin' for a pair of Air Jordans they would steal for And a gold chain, four fings...will knife wield and kill yours There nothin' to promising on the billboards "Drink Tanqueray", "Eat KFC", "Come abort your child", and "Bye Nikes" It makes it highly unlikely that we gon'fight G. [Chorus] And I'm still on Stroll down the same streets so many like me once before where killed on Steady Mobbin', thinkin' bout the Black Panthers And the babys that were born in the late Eighties That now have babys that lack pampers No Kwanzaas and they lack Santas And a father who think that shoppin' is the answer Skipped out on parent hood classes so she don't know how to handle Never learned from her grandmother One day got hot couldn't take it dropped it in a vacant lot Album of my life now condensed into a samplers See the shapes these lil girls is gettin' Some say the steriods and the chicken Is the cause of the thickening in the young women livin See some shorty's playin' cops and robbers livin Bitter-sweet thoughts is what I had for them I can picture quota-fillin chasing after them Catching up to, frisking, then asking them "Where the packs at?" "Who yo chief is?" "Where the straps at?" Am I thinkin' to hard or perhaps that Realty and the project mentality But through it all I hope we learn more then How to be whores and how to hold a ball Steady Mobbin [Chorus] Down Down Down Down Down Down we go Up Up Up Up Up Up Up we go