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conversations.value: Write me a song called The World is a Ghetto GEEmix with the following description: A bonus track from The Winners Circle’s self-titled mixtape, Starks and Marcus Eugene add their own verses to BJ The Chicago Kid’s “The World is a Ghetto”.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  Kids is what make me feel so good
  See you looking at the glory that's coming up into the future of life
  See the younger youth is what's gonna make everything to keep going
  After I done passed down the hill
  Young and black!
  [Verse 1: Marcus Eugene]
  Uh, young, gifted and I'm black
  Uh, young, gifted and I rap
  Young and gifted, 
  but I don't got a strap
  So I hope nobody try to run up on me with the mac
  Like "blat!"
  Lay a nigga flat
  But let me fall back cause I ain't into all that
  As I get back to the trap
  When I say I'm trappin', that just mean I'm tryna stack
  Tryin' not to get caught up where I'm at
  In the 'jects where the mice gettin' cheese with the rats
  That's where I be's, and these is the facts
  The world is a ghetto, 
  we all know who's Geppetto
  Angel on your shoulder, in your ear you got the devil
  People change like leaves that them dope boys peddle
  Blow trees like flowers in the meadow
  Life's a breeze, you know me, I'm just tryin' not to settle
  Cause these streets still cold like metal
  When it's heat, it ain't sweet
  And them shots ain't Jell-O
  So, props to them niggas takin' shots like Melo
  From the block, just tryna meet the top like "hello!"
  Uh, then we sayin' our good-byes
  Glory for the villains, no love for the good guys
  A system of bad people that's tellin' us good lies
  That's life as you know it, you lookin' through hood eyes [Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]
  Don't you know
  That it's true
  That for me
  And for you
  The world is a ghetto
  Don't you know
  That it's true
  That for me
  And for you
  The world is a ghetto
  [Interlude]
  Then there's a lot of funky things in this country
  And there's a lot of good things too
  But there's more funky than good
  We've changed some for the best
  Awful lot of cases for the worst
  And some, they have not changed at all
  [Verse 2: Starks]
  From a ghetto where fathers don't even father
  Mothers don't even bother
  'Less it's about a lotto
  Do anything for a dollar
  Yeah, they givin' head just to get ahead
  Provin' they ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
  They bottle full of sorrow
  Pain is deeper than cargo pockets
  I wouldn't knock it, I just want better for my note
  Yeah, I know we all different
  But we'll always be the same 'til we change our endin'
  Man, we gotta change our mind before we change our livin'
  And if we never change our mind we in the same position
  But niggas is niggas
  And bitches, well, they still bitches
  Instead of brothers and sisters
  Man, this shit is ridiculous
  I guess I'm still ridiculous
  Hollerin' at shorty like "hey, yo, let me get yo' digits"
  Then a man get offended
  Then a pistol get grippin'
  And he shoot and he missin'
  He don't care who he hittin'
  Another senseless victim
  All from ghetto livin' [Hook]
  Don't you know
  That it's true
  That for me
  And for you
  The world is a ghetto
  Don't you know
  That it's true
  That for me
  And for you
  The world is a ghetto
  [Interlude]
  Dude, we got to get our minds together!
  Anytime a brother was shot another brother in his own neighborhood
  Then go to his funeral and turn over his own casket
  They need to have the police down there
  Cause see the niggas is N.A.A.C.P
  Niggas ain't actin' like colored people
  If I can't work and make it, I steal and take it
  They come up to me with a nigga who can put air in a bottle and sell it
  He can do it man
  A nigga can sell anything
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  As I watch the sky change colors
  The rain flooded the neighborhoods of the black brothers
  The black mothers are stressing, the coroners have covered
  Another statistic, episodes of a cold summer
  The street runners got the same legs of Michael Johnson
  The fast life surpassed life beyond the conscience
  Profanity in the air, the children use the content
  The vanity's in the air, that Louis bag: haunted
  The black girl with the hair, that's kind of coarse
  Her baby daddy's in court, she smoking on a Newport
  Seventeen with dreams of becoming a stripper
  Or becoming an AIDS victim while touching them zippers
  The life that we living in, things we would do just to live again
  How can an angel forever live in sin? [Hook]
  Don't you know
  That it's true
  That for me
  And for you
  The world is a ghetto
  Don't you know
  That it's true
  That for me
  And for you
  The world is a ghetto
  Don't you know
  That it's true
  That for me
  And for you
  The world is a ghetto
  Don't you know
  That it's true
  That for me
  And for you
  The world is a ghetto
  [Outro]
  You know, anybody that uses somebody else to gain is pimpin'
  Well, I tell you what soul brother, lookie here
  Can't nobody pimp you but your pimp ass self
  You understand?
  Then there's a lot of funky things in this country
  And there's a lot of good things too
  But there's more funky than good
  Shit ain't gettin' better
  We've changed some for the best
  Awful lot of cases for the worst
  And some, they have not changed at all