Ghetto
Now here's a story everyone should
know,
About a young boy growing up in the
ghetto.
His father was murdered when the
boy was just six,
Now he lives with his mom, who
makes money turning trickS.
He dropped out of school when he
was still young.
Started dealing crack, strapped with
a gun.
And near the corners with his friends
he would hang,
And it wasn't long til he joined a
gang.
He knew he'd never get a job,
It was easier to sell rock, steal and
rob.
He lives like a banger well into his
teens,
At war with other gangs selling dope
to the fiends.
He meets a girl, and she brings him
joy, as she gives birth to his little
boy.
He decides to straighten up, get back
on his feet,
Get out of the gang, get off of the
street.
But before he gets to meet his son,
Cops pick him up as he tries to run.
One of his friends had turned
mouse,
And gave up his homies stash house.
,
And as the cops seized all the items
from there,
They found his prints almost
everywhere.
Now he's looking at some hard time,
As this is not his 1st major crime.
For 5 years he gets thrown in jail,
Not eligible for parole, cannot post
bail.
But he decides not to be a fool,
He takes courses in jail, finishes high
school.
He does his time, gets his life
reinstated.
Beats the parole, he's rehabilitated.
He's grown up now, at 25,
Most of his gang dead, happy to be
allive.
Takes the bus back to the block,
Where he spent most his life,
slinging the rock.
He gets off the bus gets met by a
young "G",
"Hey buddy, do you remember me"
"You use to sell crack and drugs to
my mother, and it was your gang
that put 2 holes in my brother."
" that was a long time ago",
"I'm not the same man, put down
the gun yo."
The next few seconds go very fast,
he's filled with bullet holes, Demons
from his past.
He reaches in his pocket, pulls out
his cell phone, as he is only a few
steps from his home.
He wants to break the chain, and
talk to his kid, and tell him not to do
the things he did.
But its too late, his boy is their
crying. Looking at his daddy dying.
"Daddy, Daddy, please don't go", "I
barely know you you know"
He looks at his son, tears in his eyes,
Gets out "I love you" before he dies.
Now here's another story everyone
should know,
About a young boy growing up in the
ghetto.
Copyright © Jason Kirkwood | Year Posted 2012
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