Ghetto Cry

Mike Jones · Other Songs - Mike Jones

[Hook: Thyra]

No more paaaiiinn, No more pain for my dead homiiieesss

No more teaaarrsss, No more tears for moms to cryyyyy



[Mike Jones]

Mike Jones

I Cry for my ghetto 'cause we keepin us down

Instead of helpin each other we behind backs talkin down

People killin, jackin, stealin, for material things

Takin the risk of gettin caught with a hole in they brain

My name is Mike Jones and I'm on the microphone

Let it be know we the reason we get picked on

Now tell me, how am I supposed to be feelin?

When I never seen my dad my whole life of livin

Thats why I'm givin everything that I got to my momma

For raisin me and my brotha through the days of drama

No more ghetto cries here momma wipe away ya tears

'cause by this time next year it's gon be off this year

No more ghetto cries here momma wipe away ya tears

'cause by this time next year it's gon be off this year

No more ghetto cries here momma wipe away ya tears

'cause by this time next year it's gon be off this year



[Chorus: Thyra - repeat 2X]

Ghetto cry, Ghetto cry, Ghetto cryyyyyy

Ghetto Cryyyyyyyyy



[Magnificent]

Check it

It's like the world gettin colder by the minute

It's ashame niggaz in this game gotta flip boulders for some spinach

Just to survive and put clothes on they back

Niggaz in the street will kill for some fo's on they 'llac

Leave holes in ya back

You seen the news dog, po-pos still attack

To despose of us black

So I flow fo my stack

I'm doin it the legal way

But if I have to, I'll do it just an evil way

But I don't want my momma to cry

I rather get life and then book slice till my ??? to fly

All I really want, is drama to die

Fuck beef I'm tryin to make sure the tires on my hummer looks fly

But I really hate death in fact

I hope I never see a Black suit

Unless I'm watchin Men In Black

I'm Magnificent (who?) but the world will never be dat

I prayin for tomorrow just so that I can see dat



[Chorus] - 2X



Adlibs



[Chorus] - 2x

Ghetto Cry

Ghetto Cry stands as a defining track in Mike Jones' discography, capturing the raw energy of the Houston hip-hop scene during the mid-2000s. Known for his distinctive drawl and rapid-fire delivery, Jones utilized this recording to solidify his reputation as a key figure in Southern rap. The song reflects the gritty, unfiltered storytelling that characterized his early work, often focusing on street life and local culture without relying on complex metaphors. Released during a period of significant commercial success for the artist, the track complements his broader body of work, which includes hits like Still Tippin. It remains a staple for fans of the genre, showcasing the production style and vocal cadence that helped bring Houston's sound to a wider national audience.