It’s a New Day

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm sure everybody has their opinion About what happens in the ghetto or why people act certain ways Ya know, but you can't truly know unless you live there It's like a Catch-22 situation, ya know It's, it's like you don't like it, but you have to understand it (uh huh) It's rough It's not as easy some people wanna think It's hard. It's real hard (I know) [Hook] C'mon, uh Yeah, another day in the ghetto Mm, uh, well alright Yeah, another day in the ghetto Uh, yeah, well alright [Verse 1] Niggas killin' niggas, whatcha figure with your finger on the trigger You could be a bigger big-money, big-willy gettin' nigga It's a shame the way you live, you give grief All things must change so when will we have peace (A peace of what?) Of a mind in this country I'm really sick and tired of hearin' "Mama I'm hungry" Or "Mama please tell me when will Papa come home?" Papa never comes home, papa's a rolling stone Hey, sometimes I picture selling drugs but then again I known a friend who sold drugs in the fed pen So I just sit back and bounce and count the amounts And young brothers die from a drug dealer's ounce Of coke or dope, that some little black kid smoke Might as well pass a rope, so we can hang ourselves Get a gat and bang ourselves Killed another brother, and just damn ourselves [Hook: Heavy D (Pete Rock)] (Whoo!) Another day in the ghetto (Tell 'em) Uh, uh, yeah that's right Another day in the ghetto (Uh-huh) Uh, uh [Verse 2] Ayo, black on the block sellin' rocks at a gat He was trapped with a MAC and a baseball cap To the back, in pursuit of the loot, he was true With his troop, meet his crew, on the block where they sold soup In order to keep in order, this ought to, manslaughter Pat a brother down, make sure there's no tape recorder But yo don't flex, 'cause here's what next X got a Tec and he's pressed to catch wreck My mans around the block with a Glock that's half-cocked Who care about a cop? A cop could get popped Some kids in hoodies had the goodies Now could he or would he be a part of a neighborhood hood and hoodies 'Cause in his mind there's a picture, of how to get richer Big dollar signs, numbers and figures Feelin' kinda bitchy, itchy finger on the trigger Pop goes a gat, down goes another nigga, on the block [Hook: Heavy D (Pete Rock)] Uh, uh (That's how it is, in the ghetto) Uh (Tell 'em), yeah, another day in the ghetto (It's a new day) (Tell 'em) Huh, my, my, my (Aww, yeah) Uh, yeah, another day in the ghetto [Verse 3] Three in the mornin', everything is going swell (Diggity-ding-dong) Yo what the hell, that's the bell Open up the door, it's my man, "Yo what's up pops?" "Yo Hev, I got some bad news, your brother's been shot" Damn, jetted to the hospital, prayin' for a miracle Lord, I'll know he'll make it see, my brother's kinda physical Drippin' with sweat, but I won't tell my moms yet See, moms is under pressure and she'll just be a wreck Racin' in the hallway, ran into the doc "Yo Doc, what's his chances son?" "His chances ain't a lot" Leaped into the room but I can't describe the pain See I knew it was my brother, but he didn't look the same Somehow I got the nerve to put my hands upon his chest Felt the tear from my eye as I felt for his breath And all I really remembered is the words from my mother My baby's gonna die, and now I miss my brother (Damn) [Interlude: Pete Rock] That's how it is, it's in the ghetto Yeah You're hearin' it live From the Heavster Based on a true story About my cousin Tony Meyers Rest in peace From Pete Rock and Heavy D We love ya, peace [Outro] ...I make people happy I'll tell you something On the last album, Peaceful Journey I was going through this real depressing stage Where it was like, you know I just lost Troy, my dancer T-Roy My best friend from when I was eight, 17 or 18 years Prior to that a year, before that, a year prior to that, I lost my older brother, my oldest brother This is a man who taught me...everything, basically Ya know it was my oldest brother and I'm the youngest He was shot and killed