POS:    (Mary had a little lamb)    That's a fib, she had two twins though    And one crib    Now she's only fourteen, what a start    But this effect is ground common in these parts    Now life in this world can be such a bitch    And dreams are often torn and shattered and hard to stitch    Negative's the attitude that runs the show    When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O       DOVE:    Which is the one to blame when bullets blow    Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe    But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk    And Peter's pimping Jane, and John's a punk    Infested are the halls, also the brains    Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains    Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown    The kids are all alone    'Cause it's just the ghetto thang       IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)       POS:    Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule    This title is sought by the coolest fool    Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs    Attention in the largest span and loves to lead    Always found at the jams, but never dance    Just provoke violence due to one glance    The future plays no matter, just the present flow    When the greeting place is the G-H-E-T-T-O       DOVE:    Lies are pointed strong into your skull    Deep within your brain against the wall    To hide or just erase the glowing note    Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat    Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar    Those who blame the G for all bizarre    So open up your vents and record well    For this is where we stand, for the True tell    Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways    Now there could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play    If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range    Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change    Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact    They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack    To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold    The truth they never told    'Cause it's just the ghetto thang       IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)       POS:    Do people really wish when they blow    Out the cake candles, and if so    Is it for the sunken truth which could arise    From out the characters in which the ghetto hides    Roses in the ring supply their shown relief    Granted it's planted by their shown belief    Kill and feed off your own brother man    Has quickly been adopted as the master plan    Posses of our people has yet to provoke    Freedom or death to them, it's just a joke    What causes this defect, I don't know    Maybe it's the G-H-E-T-T-O       IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)       Standing in the rain is nothing felt    When problems hold more value, but never dealt with    Buildings crumbling to the ground    Impact noise is silent sound    But who's the one to say this life is wrong    When ghetto life is chosen strong    We seem to be misled about our dreams    But dreams ain't what it seem    When it's just the ghetto thang       IT'S JUST THE GHETTO THANG (WORD)