Dimonds In the Ghetto
Growing up in the inner city I've met Magic, Jordan, Bill Gates and President Obama.
The intellectuals breed but the opportunities are near exstinct in these mean streets.
If it's not bling bling then it's bang bang says the man from the NY Times speaking on what he thinks not what he knows.
We call home in the ghetto. Where gems live but are dull.
Rub them and they will shine, like the next engineer or doctor. wait opportunities are bleek so beautiful young ladies revert to bartending and stripping to make a Buck.
Life will be different if we were in the burbs. But we are not.
Let's rise together and shine together forget the masses looking at our life though glasses called intagram and social media. It's all a lie.
Tame your ways and let it shine!!!!
Copyright © Michael Pagan | Year Posted 2014
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