I am from the Ghetto
My ears only knows silence when the street is bleeding
I only know peace when there’s riot
I breathe only when there’s crisis
My lips are cute whenever I kiss weed
My voice is soft whenever I feel the touch of liquor fondling my throat
My eyes are glowing whenever I see souls crying
I love the smells of pollution cause that’s my fragrance
Prison is the only place I feel secured
Here’s my reason
Scars!
The tales to my stories
I am from the Ghetto
Yes I am!
But I don’t wanna walk round the hood with Stiletto instead I want to walk with pen too
I don’t want a future with bottles instead give me books
I don’t wanna be a tout of destruction instead make me a scout of perfection
As I shout silently to strive for education
Don’t flatter my tongues with insults instead show me words and wait for the results
i don’t wanna go to parties to brag instead I want to visit the libraries with bags
I am a Ghetto child with the right to dream.
*Believe in MBH*
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