[C-Murder]
   You know I just got outta jail and everything
   and I'm trying to change my life for the better
   You know I got kids to feed but I got a question you know
   Where do I go from here?
  
   Chorus [Sons of Funk]
  
   Tell me where do we go from here?
   Tell me why must I shed my tears?
   The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
   I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
   Tell me where do we go from here?
   Tell me why must I shed my tears?
   The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
   I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
  
   [C-Murder]
   So many rainy days and gun sprays, I'm hearing AK's out my window
   Close my shades, let me blaze on this indo
   My situation getting sticky, life is green
   I mean I'm 19, and my momma is a dope fiend
   And I think about all the hard times we had
   No dad, no time shared, the buster never cared
   A little bastard child, going wild,
   Another victim of a broken home, my TRU friend was the chrome
   And if it wasn't for bad, I had no luck at all
   I represented my hood, I sprayed my name on the wall
   Fresh outta jail, and I'm here to see the sun rise another year
   But tell me where do we go from here
  
   Chorus [Sons of Funk]
  
   Tell me where do we go from here?
   Tell me why must I shed my tears?
   The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
   I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
   Tell me where do we go from here?
   Tell me why must I shed my tears?
   The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
   I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
  
   [Mac]
   The ghetto is hot, it's dark, and most of all it's a prison
   Most of my niggas serve life sentences, only the few is risen
   I made it out the hood but my people still there
   Some of them dead, strung out, up in they wheelchair
   I still care from a distance
   and I know that any day could lead me back to that crimey insistance
   I tell the kids be persistent, when they follow they dreams
   Ain't no telling what tommorrow brings
   Ain't no time to be wasting, you wanna be a doctor or the patient?
   Hesitation can lead to expiration, only God can predict it,
   Where do we go from here, snorting powder, drinking beer
   Smokin' crack, killin' our peers, I shed tears
  
   Chorus [Sons of Funk]
  
   Tell me where do we go from here?
   Tell me why must I shed my tears?
   The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
   I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
   Tell me where do we go from here?
   Tell me why must I shed my tears?
   The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
   I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
  
   [Silkk]
   Where do we go from here, after we all gone
   and where do we go after we ain't got no place to call home
   Hell I'm just glad to be breathing
   ?? like I was the projects for a reason
   Shit, tell my niggas we gotta live, and some gotta give
   Y'all gotta rise above this shit, and turn negatives into positive
   Yeah I struggled, but I'ma hustler, and that's self explanatory
   So if I die trying, the hood can just tell y'all my story
   Niggas seen killings and drug dealings,
   imagine we'd dream through it all
   Old ladies ?? through the window, I guess she done seen it all
   It's up to you, cause nobody seems to jam with us
   We struggled to long at the bottom, nowhere else to go but up
  
   Chorus [Sons of Funk]
  
   Tell me where do we go from here?
   Tell me why must I shed my tears?
   The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
   I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone
   Tell me where do we go from here?
   Tell me why must I shed my tears?
   The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home
   I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone