**(Skit) (Album Version|Explicit)

Umm hey comin from Where I'm From

I'm from

Ohhh yea

Kids get killed in ghettos shot up over the Carmello's

While they mom was at home tears hittin the pillow

Where women in the middle in a serminal funereal

Shed a tear cause he lost his son the same way a year ago

It's the same egospiritual we thuggin in harmony

They say death brings life there exchange no robbery

If I'm wrong pardon me me I'm just tired of poverty

Why them n***az in the hood never hit the lottery

Unless they go lottery first round in the draft

First we dustin off the rounds and we slip in the mag'

Then we slip on the masks and go out and mash

And we call it feeding our family

Ya'll call it a tragedy d**n

How I could just kill a man

His blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand

If you hearing me speak please Lord give me a chance

Please forgive me of my sins cause we cleansed where I'm from

Me and my n***az ride

Even when the sun don't shine and its cold outside

I never run in or hide cause some n***az hate it

But I can't get faded cause I done made it

Instead of struggling or strive

Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine

This is coming from Where I'm From

I'm from

We all walk back in line

Yeah

Now everybody know that everybody said nobody can hide from beef

Except but us who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets

Look how these animals eat that's how they talk bout us

While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us

Can I get a moment of SILENCE

Cause they claimin it's the murders that's causin all the violence

What bout the ones that protect to serve our honor

Poppin the blue colla' with shots soon to follow

The ghettos in horror cause in this boy shot went back

And now the neighborhood hot and he can't move the crack

When it's all about the dollars

And he'll individually get murdered cause money is power

But then the snitch's get to talking and he's caught within hours

Cuffed and cryin' on the bus heading straight to the Island

He was only 13 but tried as an adult in the highest of courts

Cause ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from

We ain't all killers in prison

Matter fact that's a stereo typical thought of livin

Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it

Summer time top down with the wood finish

Pushin hard uptown windows slightly tinted

Back to back Benz and jeeps blowin w**d with my n***az

On our way to a house party gonna f**k with some b***hs

Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken

And if we get 'em drunk enough we probably could freak em and do it every

Other weekend

If I ain't have to kill n***az I never would leave the ghetto

I'm like an angel that put on a halo cradle the grave of my n***az that we

Lost in the ghetto

Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and nike's

Roll 3 dice and name our d**e ice cream

Set trends and ya'll follow our lead

But in New Yitti n***az follow they dreams where I'm from

Now I lay me down and sleep

And I pray to the Lord for my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

Pray to the Lord for my soul to take

Pray to the Lord for my soul to take