ghetto flatYou wear freedom, printed on your shirt You break bottles, when you feel hurt.
At first glance, I could not look away, now looking back it seems natural this way.
The dryer spins, I hear clothes knocking on the sides, Your shoes so neat, gathering till you run and hide.
At first glance, I could not look away, now looking back, it seems natural this way.
Save, doing time, in our ghetto, where do we got? Save, you where mine, in our ghetto, what do we know?
Your shattered soul, your broken pill, hanging on tightly, by sheer will.
In three weeks you’ll be back and look the same. You’ll be back, but you’ll never be the same.
They made you change your name, but you always played the same.
They made you change your name, buy you always played the same..
You always played the same, you always played the same.