1. all of the people, living life in the ghetto,
street got hold on em, & don't wanna let go, for some it's the money, be right there in it, you can have it all, disappear in a minute;
the streets can be a hard teacher, for those who don't know,
you'll either learn real fast,
or you just won't last;
if you plant your mind, where you plant you feet, you'll find yourself livin' yeah livin'
on a dead end street;
2. the dope man and the players make all of the money,
you try to find a job, people lookin' at you funny, you must be crazy,
you must be losing your mind,
you need to find your way, back to the unemployment line;
the ghetto birds circling, whump whump in the night, sirens shreekin' in the still of the night;
if you plant your mind, where you plant you feet, you'll find yourself livin' yeah livin'
on a dead end street;
rap:check it out homeboy,
if you seek you shall find,
don't grow up in the world
with a ghetto mind;
the players and the pimps,
playing right in his hands,
cause the ghetto and the streets
both belong to the man
standing on the corner
trying to make ends meet
popped by the popo, currupt police,
cuffed in the back seat,
popo plant a gun on me,
oops there i go again, right donw that dead end;