We're worth too little to speak, the hood has no shoes on their feet.
All we can do is move to lifes beat.
We ,the minority, pushed together to always compete and kill and cheat.
Everyday another nigga never got back in between his bed sheets because guns be taking lives on repeat.
I'm confused how in our time and day the same ol problems continue to stay. Although I would like if you sit back listen to what I'm about say.
We enable the behaviours of enslaved labourers by constantly consenting to oppressors shitty behaviors.
The ghetto a place for war, drugs and crime. Everyday I wake up and wonder who will it be this time.
A rapper? A mother? A brother? A child?
Its doesn't matter because we're all tired.
This vicious cycle called the ghetto ain't ever gonna be broken if we continue to be so outspoken.
Being seen as criminals, and dangerous, niggas who leave their child and endanger us.
The ghetto ain't a place to be proud of when we continue to lose our brotherly love. What even keeps us together anymore?
All niggas simply do is stay indoors because it's too dangerous to be out anymore. Too dangerous to be seen anymore. Too dangerous to be heard anymore.
A place our parents could fondly reminiscent because they remember the friendly liquor store by every corner store.
How we all related as prisoner of the same cultural war.
The ghetto is seen as the back door to drugs, deaths and all out gang wars.
The ghetto ain't something you should adore, but it is something you should want to be more.
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My 99 Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.
