Children of the Ghetto South Park Mexican

* pre-censored before release on the reissue

[Ike Man]
They got me runnin' through my ghetto (Ghetto...)

Hook: Singer (Ike Man in background)
Children
Of the ghetto (They got me runnin' through my ghetto)
Hold on

[South Park Mexican]
(Verse 1)
They got me
Runnin' through my ghetto, in a cold sweat
I just can't look back, sticks got your boy wet
Checkin' alleys for my homies, race pass the bayou
Why those five O's, kickin' down my doors
Run up in a smoke house, it's dark as what
But I spot 'em in the corners, when they lighters struck
Glass pipes look like neon lights, but in the fire
I'm like a child of the Lord, with a poisonous desire
Die a "G," tryin' to make
Change, when I approach 'em
Even though I got a great
Range, I won't smoke 'em
Reminiscin' on the happy times, we spent together
Junior high, goin' half on dimes, and like a feather
We was floatin' in the wind, fool, steady laughin'
Til the day somebody killed you, and got me askin'