The Ghetto

I was born in the ghetto to a poor black man Momma cleaned houses and daddy was a field hand It was tough growing up with seven children in the home We did what we could to get by we were always left alone The older siblings had to get jobs at a very early age We were no more than ten or twelve it was work at that stage Some days dad would make soup, no meat or veggies to put in He would only use corn meal we really took it on the chin Sometimes life seems unfair especially in the ghetto Whenever you think you're coming out it's back to ground zero.