My Ghetto
Strange is it to me that we all grew up in the same Ghetto.
Yet, we can’t see it’s not the white man we are trying to beat?
Take a look around you and tell me if you see what I see...
No white man, broke that glass in your street?
No white man, made that brother drink?
No white man, made that brother steal your TV?
No white man, made that brother drop out of school?
No white man, made that brother put that gun to your head?
The picture I see, is so plain to me, It’s just you and me?
We’re the one’s turning this place into this Ghetto you see...
So, you tired of my ghetto and you wanna get out?
I think not, because your all too busy blaming the white man for all your faults.
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