R.G.A.N.T.P.

                       "Remove the Ghetto and NOT the People"

Depsite our current placement

We always Disapproved of the rats in the basement

Beauitication has to be the unified statement

Black and brown faces with no replacements

Similar cases of despair

Many handled unfairly

Lost in stress and no cares

Something so common like an dreamful stare

My place is out there somewhere

Despite my circumstance

Where luck has no chance

One foot after another on that hard work dance

Fighting for peace and romance

The spirit of Jazz fills my veins

Horns of victory keep me sane

Rename the burden with change

Remember the good ole days with no shame

Blue skies and white fur coats

Red suits and bow ties

Black sorrow created by lies

Kitchen table filled with moldy bread and fruit flies

Mom too strong to cry 

So she holds it inside

With that unspoken pride

Each mountain has a sunny side

Remove the GHETTO and not the people

God's chosen has no sequel