Kids In The Ghetto
intro: life..life is hard...it's hard for eveyr race...every shape...every size...every kind of person. Life's hard for everyone.

Multiple gunshots, kids drop//
the day stops, but no one calls the cops//
it would just make it worst, not ever one wants 2 go away in a hoarse//
you see what im saying? Its like a cruse, that never goes away//
young black males, having to make crack sales//
lucky, I got out of there, and they still help me//
when I need it, I saw my guy pleading, for his life//
couldn’t take it, stabbed other man with the knife//
and ya, your right im half white, im bi-racial//
and left the ghetto, didn’t want a new facial//
you see what im saying? And when I write these I anit playing//
kids praying, just to live, and slaying, others//
brothers and mothers, to get paid//
raping girls, just to get laid//
Then cops have a raid, trying to find excatsy//
or what ever, shit even the girl next to me//

(Lyrikal poet)
kids is bein chased by cops based on proof of stolen timbs/
while a kid walks by wit bloody skin and aching limbs/
seein hommies fucked up and dropped to a sound of a gun shot/
won't this stop? today's another battle fought, can't wait to see up top/
and this ain't easy, seein grown men sellin drugs to kids who barely 13/
cuz all they parents too drunk off Hennessey to see and notice this shit/
they to high off weed to need to give a fuck about this shit/
at the back of my head i hear screams and cries from all these drive bys/
and we got too many teary eyes, long sighs, and continues lies/
we can't make it through a day with proof to say that we're here for a reason/
sick of livin life this way, i wish today would be the day i stopped breathing/
and in this life i can't get far drivin around in mah stolen, keyed up car/
wishin on that shootin star that 2moro i won't be walkin bare foot on hot tar/
i see a young G faced down on the ground wit a gun in his hand/
its too hard to understand, this boy was barely a man/
took it upon himself to see our God alittle too early/
this bothers me, that a young man took his life cuz of da ghetto streetz/

(Bigred)
kids getting hyperthermia, does it burn-ya, turn-ya//
in to a better person, lurking, to help some one//
but they use to be jumped, they pull a gun//
they flunked, in personal relations//
and have no hesitations to pull the hair trigger//
always hitting on hitters, burning the marijuana//
chilling in the heat, like an iguana//
he has a quick vision, needs to make the right decision//
people would catch him sleeping, no one would hear them creeping//
there’s street smarts, beating hearts, deceiving thoughts//
what should he do(?) he was different, he knew//
affectedly, he would get the best of me//
so he tested me, flexed-ta-me//
trying to scare me, wanted my money//
wouldn’t fall for it, the streets were haunted, by violence//
and no tolerance, so what would happen if I went along//
I would be singing the sad song//
they would know, to mug me, never show love to me//
luckily, he didn’t go crazy, and let me show him the right//
we chilled rest of the night, I would fight for him//
wanted him to get out, show no skin, of this place//
it’s a decrease the state, don’t help, they just hate//
but its just fate, when they do help, it will be to late//
(Lyrikal Poet)
god's talkin to him in his sleep at night/
he continues to fight and can't get any answers right/
in life he's lost, can't pay his due costs to da cops/
he can end up gettin shot cuz havin enemies is somein he can't stop/
why does this happen that a boy can't manage to stay alive/
a girl can't manage to have a kid before she turns 25/
i seen niggas beatin up on a homeless dude the otha day/
i could watch, coudlnt stay to see this man suffer in every way/
no food to eat, no bed to sleep, and no money to be considered cheap/
no family to even beat, no money to even loose no feet to bruise from old shoes/
ppl stare at the niggas who on welfare/
to make this fair i wanna make it clear that money ain't "care"/
love is care, but some niggas dont even have love/
ppl walkin round wit shame from no hugs, they lonley thugs/
no family, no friends, they isolated in solitude/
ppl bein rude cuz a nigga had no choice but to steel his first pair of shoes/
another lost brother, another lost hope/
no more faith cuz life is somethin some ppl can't seem to cope/
this life is to systametic and i can't imagine it bein diplomatic/
i find it ironicthat we only got one chance at it, so i gotta make it a gimmic/
to suceed and pleed that i wont' t turn a corner and fall to my knees/
from a gun shot against me cuz already i see the new day brings grief/


outro: Life's hard yo....cuz no matter how much good we may obtain..life is still hard.


my guy lyirkal poet from hha and i did this....is something quick, .... more to arise