By: Leo Lawton
May 5, 2001
Ghetto raised, nothing praised, only misery reigns,
Wasted time, make a dime, lives going down the drains.
Grandma died, Mama cried, Daddy went away,
Days misspent, pay the rent, sell yourself today.
Rat infested, drugs ingested, cold-water-flats abound,
Babe on floor, moms a whore, all kinds of trash around.
Such is life, lots of strife, poor people everywhere,
Run don’t walk, no time for talk, get away from there.
Skin is black, it’s not a lack, makes you want to scream,
There was a man, had a plan, he said “I have a dream,”
Play it cool, go to school, then go off to college,
A better way, found someday, only with the knowledge.