"Living In The Ghetto"

I guess we living paycheck to paycheck.

Apartment 1A3.

House smelling like weed and smoke.

Little kids with no shoes on .

Mama yelling "get yo behind in the house !"

Daddy coming and going.

"That ain't my child!"

"You crazy bastard!" 

"Sit down and eat!" 

"Lets go to the park y'all ."

"Might as well , we supposed to be dirty."

We can't buy groceries , 

Second Harvest provided.

"Bruh I wanna make it out the hood." 

"Man we never gonna be nothing." 

"We gon be brug dealers and pieces of shit ."

"Boys come eat ... your last full meal."

The inspector coming today.

Try to be clean.

Few weeks later...EVICTED!

Ain't no sucess , just stress 

being called dirty , going down wrong roads, 

maybe even palnning to keep ,

"Living In The Ghetto."

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