featuring The Commission
the ghetto commission would like to welcome you to the ghetto
where an idle mind is the devil's workshop
and the motherfucking streets huh
the streets is the fucking devil's playground
[verse 1]
father forgive me for the wrong I've done
but I was high my brain was numb
I ain't meant for him to die
the bullet traveled when he grabbed the barrel
what made the gun go off (gunshot)
what made this up a robbery and murder charge
I'm still at large but it's like my souls on lock down
i'm having trouble sleeping
having visions of my victim I can hear him speaking
telling me how many kids he had
reminding me how many kids I left without a dad
it got me feeling bad
fucking with this white girl
cause I'm off into this world
got my nose the color of a pearl
I'm on my knees pleading my case to my only true judge
hoping he doesn't hold a grudge against a thug
so I repent with the intent of saving my soul
trying to dodge the place where sinners go down below
where the demons at, where niggas screaming at
where niggas fiend for ice water like it's crack
the devil's habitat
chorus
why..........are we
trapped in the devil's playground
why............are we
trapped in the devil's playground
why..........are we
trapped in the devil's playground
why............are we
trapped in the devil's playground
[verse 2]
6 in the morning, nigga yawning
I grab my keys to get some joes
I started driving, but surprising hell this corner store was closed
my pockets low and my tank on empty
