As I look into my life Searching for that paradise Oh Lord will you help me, find me Take this crazy ghetto past of mine And put it all behind me Look down on the ghetto man And change his mission And put it in the hearts Of many to stop confusion Chorus My sistas, brothas Let's put these hands together We need to stop chokin' on the truth And start smokin' on a plan man Love and respect that woman And bring her happiness I'm talkin' to the ghetto For each other we should help While our babies are dying in the street We've got to be saying to ourselves