So Real - Liquid

From the heart of the ghetto every day a soul is saved

Ribs touching but our souls is brave

Rise up from the ashes and the coldest days

The Most High blessed the land now the mold is made

It’s a battle everyday but life goes on

Little soldiers runnin' around with their timbos torn

Ready for war street life and fights is practice

Watching Scarface looking up to gangstas

Watching other G’s observing their chances

Asking real questions getting fake answers

And then we wonder why they sitting in jail

Calling the crib collect begging they moms for bail, it’s real

So real everything we see

Everything that we go through

So real from the east to the west

It’s the same thing, same thing

In the ghetto, in the gutter

In the ghetto, in the gutter

On the west coast dudes bang and slang

On the east coast kids do the same old thing, ya heard

Four pound cock back trigger click goes boom, boom

Police speed flash lights go zoom, zoom

Ducking down peeking out from the front room

Momma telling you don’t go outside but you know what’s going on

And everyday it’s the same old song, short day but the stores are long

Momma in the back room praying for salvation

Cops roll up quick, push your peeps back

This is where the thugs and the saints sleep with street crack

But God’s in control gangstas agree to that

I seen them keep the word where they stash the heaters at

So real everything we see

Everything that we go through

So real from the east to the west

It’s the same thing, same thing

In the ghetto, in the gutter

In the ghetto, in the gutter

Yo, there is a higher power soaked in sin

Dried to make up sleep to wake up, daddy’s flip keys to cake up

Deep depression sh quite the streets in session

Look to the Most High defeat deception

That’s the lesson humble yourself, count your blessings

Run to the Most High and embrace His presence

He’s here to save raise up and claim truth

Raise up claim power, raise up He claims you

From Philly to streets of L.A.

Every hood and ghetto sees the same old thing

Little homies locked doing time in the bing

Quick to clap off put your arm in a sling

In the ghetto, ghetto

So real everything we see

Everything that we go through

So real from the east to the west

It’s the same thing, same thing

In the ghetto, in the gutter

In the ghetto, in the gutter

In the ghetto, in the gutter