Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr Poet Light Verse

Growing Up Getto Black

from the frit day
hear what i say
its a fight
for your life
as you go its a open door
hard on the poor
you do learm more
how to get by if you this no lie
any day you could be wack
you live in  a sack
GROWING UP GETTO BLACK

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Robert Pettit August 20, 2012 at 3:38 PM You live a life that's full of strife. You must be accustomed to using a knife. One is not alone when living among the poor. Watch your step when you go through the door. Somebody might give you a deadly whack. That is the trouble with growing up ghetto black.