-Some say you can change the ghetto
  -But you can't
  -I mean you can't change the people in there
  if they don't want to change
  
  Imagine this, imagine that
  Everything you want in life, you will never get
  From the ghetto cause its crazy
  Most niggas want rose ?? but they get daisies
  Imagine this, little kids with no shoes on
  And every homeless person I see
  I'm willing to take them home
  But I can't cause my life is pure misery
  Every dollar i make, ten go back to Hillary
  And Bill, I guess life is real
  But I know deep inside I was dealt a bad deal
  And life ain't fair
  I don't care
  Even though I know one day
  I'll probably be leaving out of here
  But life has no meaning
  We was born dreaming
  But I was born scheming
  Imagine this, David Duke as our President
  Imagine ?Nuey Gambles? as his best friend
  And Robert Dole would be his best man
  But ya'll steady lookin at us for cocaine
  I don't own a plane, I don't own a boat
  I don't ship no fuckin dope, from coast to coast
  Most niggas either locked up or in chains
  Black on black crime fool
  You know the ghetto will never change
  
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  But I'll keep holding on
  (But the ghetto won't change)
  I'll keep holding on
  (These little kids ain't got a chance)
  I'll keep holding on
  (This world ain't the same)
  I'll keep holding on
  (That's why the ghetto won't change)
  
  Imagine life without no rain
  Imagine everybody that you know has the same name
  And we all would be in sin
  Imagine bout you, killing your best friend
  That's how it is in the ghetto G
  Nobody care about you, her, him or me
  But they quick to point the finger
  But what if the shoe or the ring was on the other finger
  And the ghetto was good
  And the neighborhoods like the suburbs wasn't all good
  That's where the dope would be at
  And the people in the ghetto would live fat
  But it ain't all good like that
  Cause the ghetto is crazy
  I mean the people live like rats
  Taking from they brothers, they sisters, they cousins
  And niggas would kill they own mother
  Behind some rock cocaine
  But this is some shit that I don't understand
  Them bullets ain't got no names, so you better duck
  For you be (blew) ridin in that black truck
  And when you take that long ride
  Leaving the ghetto trying to get that piece of pie
  Trying to hustle, trying to make a come up
  But in the end you will get done up
  
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