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( GHETTO, GHETTO)
Who Ever said that the Struggle will stop Today,
Alot of niggas dead or Locked Away,
Teenage woman growing up with aids,
Thats the life that your living In the
(GHETTO)
Eatin in the
(GHETTO)
Sleepin in the
(GHETTO)
Thats the life when your Living
In the Ghetto..

Death Minus

The Struggle-Will-Never-Stop Too many Niggas gotta Hustle-For-what-they-Got,
I was Born-In-The-Ghetto Raised in the Ghetto, Couldnt Afford a Gun So I-Stayed-With-The-Stiletto,
We On the Lowest Grounds Yea! We-Stuck-In-Abyss, And All the Niggas gone now They-Only-Preexist,
So Does-This mean I-Reminisce???, Na Fuck that I Look-to-Persist,
On a New-Level, Even-At-The-Will-Of-The-Devil, Like Still-Im-A-Rebel,
Ive Spent to many Years-Seein-My-Niggas-Bleed, We not Meant-To-Succeed,
Only on a Path-To-Mislead, People Say we can CHANGE But LIFE-isnt-Guaranteed,
God Gave me Talent Of Colossus-Potential, I Attend to Speak To the World and Discuss-My-Deferentials,
Cause my rhymes stick to ones Mind-Like-They-Quintessential, The Ghetto Still Stuck-on-Fundamentals,
To Many-Complications, Im Down-For-My-Hood But im Losin-My-Patience,
From Generation-to-Generations We still A-Hated-Nation, And "Since I Lost My Baby" Im stayin away From-Temptations,

-RIGHT-

Young Ladys Close ya Legs unless Life-Get-Worse, Aids Kills our Kind the Most and Time-Cant-Reverse,
My mother was Contemplating-My-Abortion, Thats A Scary Thought that I Was a Ready-And-Wating-Son,
She was a Victom of Teenage-Pregnancy, My Brother came Out Strong-Talented-Lyricly,
Rest-In-Peace To My Blood U was lost in This-Community, But now U in Heaven Starin-Into-The-Eyes-Of-Gods-Beauty,
" So When i meet my Niggas in the Afterlife, Know I Held it Down in The Ghetto, I Slept, Ate, and Lived For the Ghetto!! "




{Different perspective of another Ghetto}


For starters my hood's the heart of my honor,
The place where ketchup packets was brought to potlucks,
Not tryna degrade the place I was raised,
Just shifting perspectives to contrast today,
Not doing the drastic, my passions your heart, your scars,
Your dumpster, gangsters, graffiti and cars,
Love explained indirectly, gang burns the weaponry,
Scars collectively connect the team, why we profiled esthetically,
Seen OG’s cry, brothers lives supplied by the blood inside,
These Bloods and I, strive to survive through our daughters eyes,
Poured liquor for Richard, never erased, but wash away the stains,
Bow my head in silence, how could God have arranged those waves?,
Watched my boys fill the voids, manned up in seconds,
Before balls dropped, the shots rocked, hung up the adolescent,
Child of the ghetto, uplift and move on but never let go,
Come out swinging, believe it, the heart of the batter's box like the Park in Petco,
Cars bashed, mug shot faces, wars between races,
Truthfull story never amazes, seen helicopter chases,
Caliber was top notch, Continental riding low,
Word from the witnesses in the apartment down below,
Dark skin sentiment, hooded and gang prevalent,
Do rag regiment but no sketch artist features mentioned wit,
Just another ghetto exodus joining the boat,
Innocent lives taken whether caskets opened or closed,
This reality television honestly depicted, distributed and bootlegged,
Soul prescription, g's, hoes and bitches, with the hope of a new day......

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