Pete Rock
It’s a New Day
[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]
N***as killin' n***as, whatcha figure with your finger on the trigger
You could be a bigger big-money, big-willy gettin' n***a
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 n***a, 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