Thoughts From the Ghetto

I see ya got sum papers today We could smoke a li'l sum, on da way You ever been wit a black gurl or r'ya gay? Well I know a few, that'll suck for a buck They do something strange, for some change, when ya suck Went to a former co-worker's house to smoke da dope, after work His patio furniture was in the backyard, for us to sit on, I felt like a jerk There was a rusty, seat-less and underworked exercise bike An old wooden dining room chair, that I kinda like Even a leaking, 5 gallon Home-Depot bucket, purchased by li'l Mike I'm not some closet psychopath I've got a job, you know i'm a backyard dentist An artist of sorts At least for da mob The money's good, if you know your math Everybody's acting like gangs are a new phenomenon Almost everyone in the USA is affiliated in some way, with an ancient gang from Babylon We've got the FBI, ATF and the LA bashful police department, that were all illegally installed Far out Religious groups, Democrats, Republicans, barbering da same old bull, just to keep us enthralled Everybody's obliged to and got to, have their own little clique Friggin’ always gang-banging, in their own subtle way, it makes me sick For the record, about all those so called crimes I was convicted on two counts, of sexual abuse In the first degree, for offensive touching, without consent, no excuse I've been shot at, more than five or six times By some dudes who were nervously hanging about You know, just like a Starsky & Hutch comedy stake-out But my God is great, he sure has the knack He let me come straight back, wid out no flack So, I've been selling crack, at the high school gate Since i was in about, i'd say,"ninth or tenth grade" I don't know where this journey will end, maybe way before it's due date So, i've already started digging my grave, with an old rusty, but trusty spade.