Close your eyes, bow your heads
We gon' say a ghetto prayer
My sweet child, don't be scared
We gon make it through the day

We can't give it up
Give it up, give it up

Give it up, give it up
Give it up

Two by two, four by four
White church shoes on the concrete floor
Hurry up, double dutch, can't fit no more
Rockin robin in the street and granny on the porch

Where the ballers at? (While we're sitting under windows)
Shot callers at? (While we're trying to dodge the bullets)
Call the ambulance (Another wife become a widow)
Get the body bags (We don't want the kids to see this)

Close your eyes, bow your heads
We gon' say a ghetto prayer
My sweet child, don't be scared
We gon make it through the day