Born with a ghetto mentality

I walk with a twist, when I talk I always express my words through my wrist. I wear my clothes skin-tight make sure my hair and nails are just right. Because, I was born with a ghetto mentality I’m more than my walk; I’m more than my skin-tight clothes. I’m hurting inside. I use these things as my way to hide. But, all you see is that I was born with this ghetto mentality. You filled my head with your nonsense I believed your words as if you were God sent. Who can I run to when my world is crashing? No one because it feels like my heart takes the thrashing But, it’s ignored because I was born with this ghetto mentality Now I cherish my daydreams because they dissolved all my midnight screams. I wear this smile you adorn even though the number of heartbreaks I’ve had made me feel like a whore. I endure my days without fears because my eyes have seen too many tears. This made me happy because I was born with a ghetto mentality. The streets take me in with open arms, giving me this false sense of protection from the worlds many harms. You made me feel like I deserved less, so I took what you gave and settled for less. I only focused on your good because; I was born with a ghetto mentality. Your mind is filled with nothing more than fortune and fame and only focusing on your material gain. Your mind and my mind is not the same, as I sit here trying to ignore the pain. Where were you when the sunsets on my paradise? Probably in corner with your boys throwing dice. I looked it over because; I was born with this ghetto mentality I’m here alone my mother was right; the streets can not comfort me at night. The streets took my fears but couldn’t dry my tears It turned my frown upside down but treated my heart like a clown. The streets gave me daydreams, but also gave me horrors that made me scream. I took it all because I was born with a ghetto mentality I’m getting older and the streets are getting colder Breath is getting harder to come by; I think I just heard the street sigh. My breath has caught in my chest, I’m not really sure what’s going to happen next My heart is beginning to race , it cant keep beating at this pace My heart is starting to crack, I now know there’s no going back. My ribs have all shattered moving together it sounds like nosy chatter. I lay here in the streets broken with not even a good luck token. I wonder will they even write my name on a stone because, I was born with a ghetto mentality but I died alone.