The Ghetto's Poem

Single mothers and drug dealers are some of the inhabitants in this habitat, permed pimps and lizard green cadillacs. Headless fiends so high, off drugs no lie, they get served by dreds with jeans. The Korean man at the market selling cokes in a can, spam, and pickled pig's feet..... and we wonder why the American't lead a healthy life. This is the ghetto's poem! You got N.O.I. on the corner passing papers to every pedestrian driving, while across the streets is the Cookie Man with a new hussle....surviving. The names of avenues mean alot, so much that some got it tattooed. Now we got 30 year old grandmothers, what's good is the 50 year old great grants love them. Usually you see an old lady with a walking stick in the front, pitching a fit, dif-fer-ence is now they're itching for a nick and a blunt. This is the ghetto's poem!