Ghetto Story
Kingston gal emerges the night
she don`t know just what is in plight
as she strolls the steets,to the first plane
it maybe easy steppers , dub or just the the same
As what went on the night before,mellow and rough
her pimp in her face and giving it tough
mouths to feed and her addiction
she dont need no grief or affliction
Priorty being,her four kids, why?
cos she got morals and will surely die
thats why she belittles herself and that is so
she can love feed and and watch them all grow
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Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011
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