Ghetto Children
God made you
He made you rich
Even though the world
Thinks you're unfortunate
Talents you were given to make something
Out of nothing.
Children of the
Hood have the goods
Innate abilities
Literally to be
Destined for the
Real success and in
Everything we do God gets the glory
Never self because God gave us this wealth!
1-21-11
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2011
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