Born In The Ghetto

Planet Earth was my place of birth,
Born to be the sole controller of the universe.
Brooklyn was the place on the map I hit first,
With every breath I took, the planet became worse.
It was a curse to be blessed with genetics,
which made me prone to snatching a purse.
Only reason I got out of the hood,
Was because I could spit a rap verse.
I was a young kid eager to burst like a bubble.
Always getting into fights and all that kind of trouble.
Thirteen years old, and now I'm using a needle.
Told to sanitize it with semen by all them people.
Under the dark sky, getting high on the dark side,
Felt deprived and segregated like the apartheid.
My mother was becoming baffled by the way I would act,
Seen weed in my pocket and a gang tattoo on my back.
She asked my about it, but I'd just shout and react,
If she wasn't my mother, I would have probably attacked.
My life was being torn apart by all these ghetto shit,
My mind was confused, brain was washed, I couldn't deal with it.
Wanted to pull the trigger and say 'the hell with it'.
Just end my life and forget that I ever lived.
But I couldn't leave my mother on this crack addicted estate.
I had to get her out of this fucked up state.
Was it my fate, to move out of Brooklyn and start rapping?
If I stayed in the hood, would any of this of happened?
I thank the Lord every night for getting me out of the slum,
Getting me away from the drugs and the guns.
Thank the Lord my mother is resting in peace,
Thank the Lord she didn't have to ever answer to the police.