Verse 1:
Mama raised me in the ghetto, Walter P. Taylor Homes right in the middle
Of the gun zone where they slang heavy medal
And if you make it out you should get a gold medal
Always told me I could be what I wanna
I don't have to be one of them people on the corner
Watch my mama struggle but she never let it show much
Not even a million dollars could replace the love you show us
And I thank you so much cause times got hard
I know I made it this far cause you played your part
Hustled for our clothes and our shoes and made sure we had food
And we wasn't living somewhere in the dark
From a place where kids die everyday cause bullets richoshet
And they don't get no justice cause don't nobody hear or say
Living in the last days what can take the pain away
Glad somebody prayed for me that I'm not ashamed to say nah
Chorus:
I'm not ashamed, I won't lie, my mama saved me
Another baby born in the ghetto
Hustled for our clothes and our shoes and made sure we had food
Only God knows why, angels come stand by
Hear the children cry in the ghetto
Cause you played your part
Verse 2:
Could you imagine coming home to your lights out
Wearing your cousin's hand me down type lifestyle
Having no type of male figure cause he ran out
Sending your prayers up to heaven hope they work out
And it's a challenge when the negitives are positives
Depending on the government is how you truly live
Some people turn to the streets they don't have a choice
And since the ghetto can't speak I'ma be the voice
For that child with no hope for the future
Wanna move ahead but your life stuck in neutral
Gotta keep your drive it's important that you strive
To the unknowing eye it's no hope for your future
Mama pray for me, mama please pray for me
It's a struggle outside everyday for me
The fast life temptation comes faithfully
I gotta make it out the ghetto not the place for me
Babies having babies parents out living there kids
Drugs, guns, sex pretty much all of that it is
I got one worry take care of all of my kids
So they don't have to live the struggle the same as I did
I miss my granny Betty, I miss my aunt Faye
I think about 'em talk about 'em almost everyday
But I can see they smiles through the sun ray
I must say I'm a child that my mama saved, man
Chorus:
I'm not ashamed, I won't lie, my mama saved me
Another baby born in the ghetto
Sending your prayers up to heaven hope they work out
Only God knows why, angels come stand by
Hear the children cry in the ghetto
I must say I'm a child that my mama saved, man
Bridge:
Could you imagine coming home to your lights out
Wearing your cousin hand me downs type lifestyle
Having no type of male figure cause he ran out
Sending your prayers up to heaven hope they work out
I'm riding down Jefferson, yeah 1803
God gave me protection, growing up on these streets
Got friends gone to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got people in the ghetto and I love them, and they love me
Chorus Outro: Repeat 2x
I'm riding down Jefferson, yeah 1803
God gave me protection, growing up on these streets
Got friends gone to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got people in the ghetto and I love them, and they love me