Ghetto Unfold!
Am from ghetto,the place of untold stories,
Boys gun down for stealing, after fame,money and silvers,
Listening to wrong vibes,from a cartel behind cells,
Working is a way of stupidity,stealing is the fast and only choice of riches,
I hate to see people sad after lose,but others are happy with sorrow faces,
One rule you gotta live n learn,or live full of regrets,
Stop crime 4 long n happy life for you and loved ones
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