"Ghetto Story Chapter 2" lyrics - ALICIA KEYS

Here's my ghetto story, story (this a survival story)
Been in hell through the fire, now (true ghetto story)
Gonna take it higher (woo, woo)

Here's my survival story, story (this is my story)
So many reasons to sing them (true ghetto story)
Now we got the keys to the kingdom

I remember those days when hell was my home
When me and Mama bed was a big piece of foam
And me never like bathe and my hair never comb
When Mama gone-a work, me go street, go roam
I remember when Danny, dem take me snow cone
And make him little brudda, dem kick up Jerome
I remember when we visit dem with pure big stone
And the boy Danny pop out something wit full chrome
I remember when we run, Fatta get him knee blown
And me best friend Richie got two inna him dome
I remember Seventh Avenue turn in a war zone
And Mikey modda fly him out 'cause she get a loan
But Mikey go to foreign and go turn Al Capone
Make whole heap a money and send me on our own
Now-a we a-lock the city and that is well known
Yesterday Mikey call me up on my phone

Me say Mikey, we got de kingdom
Dem outta luck now
Me squeeze seven and the whole-a
Dem a duck now (this is my story)
We have whole heap-a extra clip
'Cause we nuh bruk now greatly (true ghetto story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah

We got the kingdom so we have to make way
We take it from the bottom to the top, baby (this is my story)
And now the whole community can live greatly (true ghetto story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah

I remember those days when we was dead broke, and
I could baraly find a dollar for a token
Hop in the train just to get where I'm goin'
Po-po's after me and runnin' like I'm smokin'
Remember those days when I went to bed hungry
All I ever ate was white rice and honey
Big dreams in my head, empty my tummy
Might crack a smile but ain't nothin' funny
I remember playin' over needles in the street
Everywhere I go, a man wants some part of me
Thirteen, thirteen, as hookers and hoes
On Eleventh Avenue selling bodies for dope
I remember crying, saying that will never be me
Gonna make it someday, gotta be somebody
Say, Mommy, don't worry, it's just you and me
But one day we will get out of this misery

Hey, we got de kingdom
Dem outta luck now
Me squeeze seven and the whole-a
Dem a duck now (this is my story)
We have whole heap-a extra clip
'Cause we nuh bruk now (true ghetto story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah

We got the kingdom so we have to make way
We take it from the bottom to the top, baby (this is my story)
And now the whole community can live greatly (true ghetto story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah

Here's my ghetto story, story
Been in hell through the fire, now
Gonna take it higher

Here's my survival story, story
So many reasons to sing them
Now we got the keys to the kingdom

Jamaica get screwed through greed an glutton
Politics manipulate and press youth's button
But we rich now, so dem can't tell man nuttin'
Cause-a we a-make Mama a nyaam fish and mutton, eh
Over dere so make me tell dem a sumtim
Through me dey a foreign, now a guy kill me cousin
And me here say till today, but him say he wasn't
Anytime me fly down him a-get 'bout dozen

'Cause we got de kingdom
Dem outta luck now
Me squeeze seven and the whole-a
Dem a duck now
We have whole heap-a extra clip
'Cause we nuh bruk now
Rah, rah, rah, rah

We got the kingdom so we have to make way (you got to make way
We take it from the bottom to the top, baby (baby)
And now the whole community can live greatly (greatly)
Rah, rah, rah, rah

I remember those days when hell was my home
When me and Mama bed was a big piece of foam
And me never like bathe and my hair never comb
When Mama gone-a work, me go street, go roam
I remember when Danny, dem take me snow cone
And make him little brudda, dem kick up Jerome
I remember when we visit dem with pure big stone
And the boy Danny pop out something wit full chrome
I remember when we run, Fatta get him knee blown
And me best friend Richie got two inna him dome
I remember Seventh Avenue turn in a war zone
And Mikey modda fly him out 'cause she get a loan
But Mikey go to foreign and go turn Al Capone
Make whole heap a money and send me on our own
Now-a we a-lock the city and that is well known
Yesterday Mikey call me up on my phone

Me say Mikey