Geto Boys - The Resurrection

Geto Fantasy Lyrics

by Geto Boys
Album: The Resurrection (1996)



I used to watch t.v and see the superstars
Three story mansions and fancy cars
Now picture that a geto boy walking that life g
Coming up in a house full of negativity
Everybody drinking everybody smoking
Everybody cussin and fussin like hell Im hopin
That I can raise up outta this mess
Im too damn young to be distressed and oh yes
I went and got what I thought was mine
Did the crime the time and a mother fucker didnt whine
But fuck that shit the jailhouse aint for me
I got places to go and people to see
Wanna make millions and live to see my grandchildren
Thats the mother fucking dream that Im building
Anybody aint with that can step the fuck back
Its 41 for the poor one never cries
I used to dream about getting that cash
And buy my mamma a crib and I did before she passed
The good life has no equivalent
It aint a fantasy no more because Im living it

(chorus x 2)
Geto fantasies
I dont live here any more
Oh no no no geto fantasy

He said hed open opportunities
But to me aint no open opportunities
So shut your mickey ds down in my communities
Cos it aint helping feed me or my family
And thats the reala
And you can give a twelve gauge to a nigga
Aint got scrilla
And now you got a born killer
Cap peela
And while you build your penitentiaries for my children
I plant seeds for my children
So when they cross these roads youll be prepared
And never show no respect to these hoes that never cared for
Plus they only come around to the black folks
When they run they campaign and they lack votes
Once you vote em in they dont know
Once you vote em in they cant do jack for you
I guess its true when they tell me you dont fight fair
You turn my ghetto into a seething messy nightmare

(chorus x 2)

Geto days keep ghetto thoughts relevant
But geto ways make murder imprevalent
You feel me?
I been through many geto episodes all the same
When will niggas learn to use they mind and maintain
See youre always on the defense
Relying on your street sense
I told you once to use them sense to make dollars
Bot to make a mother holler
That hard shits kind a hard to swallow
Tomorrow therell be more killings in the hood
From child abuse to drug dealings it aint good
They want to see us stuck
Shit out of luck
Cant nobody ever say I didnt try to give a fuck
Cos I did and I do
The rest is up to you
No matter what you do to your hood stay true
And youll make it
Cant nobody take it
Geto fantasies become realities if you dont let em shake it

(chorus x 5)


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