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