In Ghetto From Heaven

The arrival of a boy child Parental congratulatories; to the baby; wasn't mild. Ghetto, from Heaven, is the destination Slaughter of poverty was the contemplation Growing in the hood; Eternal bliss of devilish mood Growing in the ghetto; Misery our motto Every turn of sight; Young ghouls hustling tight Peeping through tunnel-hope My foresight altered by dope Future presidents, doctors, engineers, Rolling crack Ol' Gees, definitions of lack In inward glimpse of my soul Is the 3D of me with bound sole Is this life? I wonder No! Strife! No wonder Can't be a dealer Chased by a leader Beneath my table, lie success Disguised in a voluminous book A gift from grandpa He said "don't want you to be a crook" Oh! Heavenly! I'll thank you severally The way out of poverty Is my study for dignity...