Living in the ghetto
on the good street
where the traffic comes
to pass by and dream of
living upscale.  If only
they knew  we would move
if we could and leave them
with their ak47's and all
of them drugs and guns.

Living in the ghetto
we'd get out of here if we
could.  We wake up in the
morning hoping we still
have a car or even the tag.
Living in the ghetto peeking
through the blinds watching
young people die from liquor
smoking cocaine and crack.

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Living in the ghetto
watching young people die
while mothers and fathers cry.