I Want To Go Home But I Can'T

I lived in the ghetto for 18 years I missed the bake beans lemon heads Italian ices I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I miss the basketball courts Chilling with my homies And those long talks about how we we're going to be star's one day Home is what you make it It might sound crazy about what I am going to say I love the ghetto Everyday was a struggle But I still manage to find ways to smile From telling the mommy jokes From when me and my homies entering the store in China Town and hearing the lady Shout out HURRY UP AND BUY HURRY UP AND BUY And the community barbecues I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home But I can't Because I died chilling with my homies at a burger joint in Los Angeles California Please stop the gun violence From Shaniki Smith Commercial Poem December 11, 2015