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".....
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