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!
Copyright © Bakari Wright | Year Posted 2007
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