Crys of the Ghetto

in the familt guys are selling drugs and girls having babies

to continue theyre cycle would just be crazy i embrace the streets and everything it taught

hustling and selling drugs

food and shelter was our first thought 

friends and violence was all i knew '

i needed change im not habing no babies

ima keep school on my mind 

ima turn my life over leave it all behind

Schooling myself in a better what 

hitting books the hard way

back hom no mom

shes somewhere lost in deep thought

dads still here being lazy and drunk 

were not gonna talk last time we fought

turning back to the streets unable to take no more 

brining my books and finishing my school work

is all im looking fowrard for

Everyone is hatingon me

Learning, watching everyone fail

stating they can have it all

stop the violence

Lets all learb before the street hits silent

The skies the limit 

and fuck burdens, we can always work out to lift em

we grew stupid thougts

but its ok we can still change

arent minds still brains?

no one listens no one cares

fuck it dont hate on me

just because i want to get out of here

to end this all

ill finish my last class

the last task before i finally step on the gas

all thos days

paper and pen

books and friends

My life isnt the same

but the streets will nevr change

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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