[Black Thought] My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played Simple familiar ways, like how she kneeled and prayed Wailin, master forgive us, our trust, pastors had us real afraid I never listened yet I still obeyed I got to see how Philly played at such an early age What my father was into sent him to his early grave Then moms started chasin that base, like Willie Mays My childhood was all of 40 nights and 40 days Trouble was my ball and chain, shorties would call me names Humble beginnings but a star is what it all became My journey from a dirty hallway, to the Hall of Fame Music my therapeutic way to cope with all this pain Was headed for the drain, soakin before the rainwater came And chaos, into the order came I started doin what Im sposed to do in life Tryin to move out of the dark, and closer to the light They say if you get a chance to do it, overdo it right Tomorrow isnt promised every time, you say goodnight Knahmtalkinabout? Uhh, yo Story of a little ghetto boy, check it out [John Legend overlapping BTs last two lines] Yeah yeahhh Little ghetto boy, ohhh Playin in the ghetto street, ayayyyy! Whatchu gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? Yeah yeahhh Will you spend your days and nights in a pool room? Will you sell caps of madness, to the neighborhood Little ghetto boy You already know, how rough life could be Hard to see, so much pain and misery Yeahhhhhhh, yeahhhh Little ghetto boy, yeah Your daddy was blown away Heyyyy yeahhh He robbed that grocery store yeah Dont you know that was a sad sad day? Eyyyyyyeah All your young life youve seen such misery and pain The worlds a cruel place to live in, it aint gonna change yeahh Youre so young, and youve got so far to goooooo Dont think youll reach your goal young man Talkin bout the ghetto boy Yeah yeah yeahhhh Yeah, yeahhh little ghetto BOYYYYYOYYYY When when you become a maaaaan, yeahhhh You can make things change Oh if you just take a stand, yeah yeahhhh Youve got to believe in yourself, in all that you doooo Youve got to fight to make it better, better And you will see, that others will start believin too Then my son, things will start to get better Hey yeahhhh yeah [Everything has got to get better repeat in background] Ohhh Everything has got to get better Yeahhh yeahhhhh yeah Dont you know its gonna get better Heyyyyyy yeah yeah Got to believe that everything Yeahhhhh yeah yeah yeah Whooahhh ho oahhh oahhh oahh Whoa yeah Whoah ho oahhh oh ohhhhhhh OHHHHHHHH YEAH YEAHHHH YEAH, YEAHHHHH, little ghetto boy Mmmmmm yeah yeahhhhhhhhh
yeahhhh, yeah, ghetto, yeahhh, oahhh