Ghetto

The pain of the Ghetto is like hot salt on my heart Permeating into a heartburn Its heavy on my heart it weighs on my heart Like a bucket of heavy bricks I feel like im carrying a chain, heavy pendant Its weighing me down and i can't be happy Feel like im carrying a cross And its full of thorns Im facing crucifixion And i don't know if i will rise in three days Where is my tombstone Mr Flinstone I am gonna get stoned Like Stephen Then we are even Dark days Dark thoughts Empty bottle its a nuisance Sweet liquor , swimming pool Cloud nine High heaven What up who cut the music Am i in a graveyard Or am i a graveyard Sweet silence disturbance Throw me in the furnace