Hear Me Out

The sound of the tears in the ghetto,everyday I have to constantly put up a fight No one to help me and bring me to light It shoudln't have to be so hard to do right I said to myself the "Blacks"in the ghetto will never prevail Because everybody so busy crowding in the jail cell I always think to myself when will I make it to success and make myself out of the best, not the rest Some people just wait on being the next, put to the test And next time you see them there laid out, put to rest The person who didn't make it,made the person who did make it, realize the ghetto Oh but when the burdens get heavy, you want to bow down and look upon heaven And think "oh my god please send me a blessing"! Things are getting hectic... It's time to come out and tell your confessions Don't get pulled into depression I just pray that the ghetto "Hear Me Out".....