Once upon a time in an apartment home

Lived a little girl with a heart of stone

Cause part of her heart was partly gone

Rarely seen and hardly known

treated like a mat on a boxing ring

Blood drops stains on the twin box springs

Daddy came to visit, it's not a dream

She thought to herself, what is happening

Above her head there's a crucifix

But Lucifer loosens up his wrist

Lays her down with an open fist

And all that was left was hopelessness

Little girl, where's your loving mother, under the covers, under the covers

Little girl what have you discovered?

She stuttered... Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs

No place like hell, no place like home

Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame

Dead we are, guns, no aim

Growin' up in the gutter And you aint gotta live in the projects, to deal with this non-sense

Living this suburbia, someone will murder ya

Open up and leave your body..

Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest

But time is full of jobshot in the process

Hussle he took the bitch to his apartment

Let him down used to what you know of that

my lyrics are proof of growin' up in the gutter

You think you can define how hard you got it

by what neighbourhood you live in,motherfucker?

Wake up in the gutter! ....no more, fairy tales and songs

No place like hell, no place like home

Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame

Dead we are, guns, no aim

Growin' up in the gutter Slumerican I can't and

Was a child who was

I'ma go again at 8, somebody's life to wait given to the

beast by fate (i am)

a voice for the cold in the dark, I am

from a family torn apart, I am

A soul that don't run from ***, I am

met a ghost and he said (i am)

In the basement and read (i am)

Dead cause the ouji board said...

I...A....M.... Growin' up in the gutter, no more, fairy tales and songs

No place like hell, no place like home

Growin' up in the gutter, black and white, in a frame

Dead we are, guns, no aim

Growin' up in the gutter.