Correction Paroles Ghetto to Meadow par Oddisee

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From the ghetto to the meadow
Gotta hustle, gotta hustle
Cause a thug ain't nothing special
When the love go out the window
It's a struggle not to let go
Til the trouble getting settled
Keep your head low in a tussle
Use your head though not muscle
Upper level not a shovel
In the mud or out depends though
If you wanted out or in though
Just remember that the jungle
Out for blood and it gets shed though
Inner city where it's sinful
Where a grudge can be the end though
Nothing budging is the mental

Coming from a history of violence

Filled with misery and triumph

Lack of vision leads to buying

And the buying leads to selling

And the selling leads to clients

And clients lead to telling

And the telling leads to iron

In a cell or to your melon

Ain't no telling if you dying

When you living by the weapon

If they stepping then you riding

I seen young'ins wet up like Poseidon just for smiling

That's aggression if you grew up where expression is a sign

That you ain't tough enough to see your deep depression as blessing

Cause if everybody stressing why you crying

That's method to survive the lack of resting when you're tired

Lack of breath when there's a pressure on your neck & you complied

All you're left with is the questions that don't ever get obliged

If you speak up it's a threat and

If you digress then you're compliant

The divide between your effort & your net worth

Decide which gone get hurt

Before you pick side place a bet first

I made it from the ghetto to the meadow

I was young and I was theaving toting, Ninas and the ghetto

I grew up around some heathens, trying to be Robert De Niro

Toting that tech with the air hose or the 38 special

Run go and tell the law I did it

To this drama, I'm committed I'll come for your niece and nephew

Slide through, hit them off, then go eat a piece of pretzel

Ain't you happy that I switched this s*** to rap

I'm so lucky, I was on the ducky for the cuff me

Got a couple million in the tucky'

It's expensive just to book me

Been popping since a rookie people can't overlook me

Either jumping off the jet, or in the mansion seeking
Refuge

Try me I'll set this b**** on fire like Lisa Lopez

Then pull off on a moped and go fast

My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but they know me very well

Been providing them with street tales from the concrete to the cell

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