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Lyrics by Chuck Byrd; Music by SHMUKZ

Ghetto nigga' comes to Hollywood to make good
Flanked by the memories of the dead ghetto nigga's
That didn't make it out of his hood
Along with the herd that insulate and interline prison cells
Young black males
Thirty-five percent of the country's population
Eighty-five percent of jails
Three times the percentage of black men attending colleges
Rotten in hell
Ghetto dreams deferred

Can he survive
Take it from me he could

See ghetto nigga' has ghetto goals and aspirations
He'll obtain by any means necessary
Be it out of dreams or desperation
Ghetto nigga' take chances trying to better his life
Whether it promotes advances or causes his demise
Either way he's on rout to freedom being chased by oppression
So watch out
He'll take any means necessary just to survive
Try to keep it from him
You jeopardize your life

Survival of the fittest
His morality combine with his conscious may let you live
But be aware of his instincts
It promotes the law to kill
Anybody anywhere
By any means necessary
Get in his way
See ghetto nigga' is only true to one law
And that's whatever law at the time he decides to legislate

Ghetto nigga' is a chameleon
He adapts to any situation
See he already been through the worst
Born on a plantation of iron jungles and concrete fields
Ghetto rats in the crevices snackin' on his meals
Hood rats in the projects havin' his Ghetto babies
Claimin' they forgot to take the pill
Tryin' to take half of the forty acres and the mule
The government fail to give
You do the math
Nigga' stressin'
Tired of eating crackers and sardines
Hotdogs and beans
Sugar bread instead of cake
By any means necessary
Ghetto nigga' is ready to eat steak
Try to keep it from him
He'll promote the law to take

Hear the drum beats as he make tracks in the leaves
Do or die or be killed
By any means he's on rout to be free
Oppression still right on his heels following his trails
As his scent saturates the breeze
SLAVE RUNNIN' FREE
SLAVE RUNNIN FREE
No longer chains on his wrist
Shackles on his feet
ON ROUT TO FREEDOM
ON ROUT TO FREEDOM
ON ROUT TO FREE-DOMMM
Via the way of his ghetto streets

Ghetto nigga' comes to Hollywood to make good
Fuel by the hopes and promises that one day he would
Become a ghetto superstar with a billboard dawning his image
Lining Sunset Boulevard
Along with a cement star insulating Hollywood

Can he survive
Take it from me
He could
If he's as hungry as I am
He could