Lyrics
Cause there s nowhere left for me to go, his creatioj so low, his creatioj so low
Poor and ugly, not believin the hype and lies the devil will tell
christ died for all of us fog
Even the gutta of the ghetto, where all of the local news crews promote the villian
I m from the gutta of the ghetto, to know i m saved, the trails of life ain t never right but enduring the fight
Cause there s nowhere left for me to go, and i don t need my grill and chain to rep messiah name, and so he hatin on me
Headed from the bottom to the top, boss payin the law Pettidee, cause there s nowhere left for me to go
The law turn a blind eye from the crime they saw, my people livin in the hood tryin to get dough
the trails of life ain t never right but enduring the fight
Never promote the willin, tryin to endure the weather and stay close to the light, the law turn a blind eye from the crime they saw
christ died for all of us fog
I m from the gutta of the ghetto, not consider the lost, if it was left up to satan we ll all burn in hell
If it was left up to satan we ll all burn in hell, headed from the bottom to the top The, think it s a game
Especially presented to people who never had, the messiah is sad
we ll all sit in jail our families will suffer the pain
I m from the gutta of the ghetto, i preach and teach and resude where you cannot come
cause there s nowhere left for me to go
And babies abd baby mama s have to endure the killin, daddy locked in a hole
Cause he was beat for and died and rose from the grave, headed from the bottom to the top
To know i m saved, think it s a game
Always been protecfed by god and always been smart, especially presented to people who never had The, we lust after it bad
He is not done, it s alwys been hard, dealers payin the boss
and mama s and daddy s lose their life over a couple bucks
headed from the bottom to the top
Dealers payin the boss, i m from the gutta of the ghetto, i preach and teach and resude where you cannot come
Always been protecfed by god and always been smart, where all of the local news crews promote the villian, and mama s and daddy s lose their life over a couple bucks
Dealers payin the boss, we ll all sit in jail our families will suffer the pain
cause there s nowhere left for me to go
The messiah is sad, tryin to endure the weather and stay close to the light
Not believin the hype and lies the devil will tell, i m from the gutta of the ghetto Ghetto, headed from the bottom to the top
and babies abd baby mama s have to endure the killin
never promote the willin
Boss payin the law, christ died for all of us fog
We ll all walk through life without callin on jesus name, to know i m saved
never promote the willin
Headed from the bottom to the top, money blinding us all, shawyy chasin the cheddar
We ll all walk through life without callin on jesus name, where they ride high on 2 sixes and get low in 4, i ve lived in gutter ghettos