Ghetto Boy

I am a ghetto boy with no ware to go, so I talk to the lord to keep my flow. The answer came that would make me a man. He said the graveyard would be calling my name, but you want fame; so here i go. Make the wrong move and the door will close. I said lord I can't help myself, unemployment on the rise and i don't have many friends; cause i begin to wonder is there spies with in. All i want to do is to get out of this rut, without hanging with the fellas selling dope at the cut. I don't want no mess so i carry a peice in case some fool want some of me. Hitting the switch in the car so my girl can get in, I keep her with me to keep me from committing a sin. I am a ghetto boy, but i'm out to win. All these things mean something to me. It is not what you would see in a hustlers magazine. A stash of dope in the trunk and thee dogs at the cut, dressing in hood gear and waring bullets proof vests. Is death the promise for doing my best. I am a ghetto boy with no ware to go, so i talk to the lord to keep my flow. THE END