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Not the American Dream

Everybody has dreams
Only ones who got it good completes the American Dream
But what about the ones who haven't got it good?
We'll try to change the world if we could

The problems always stick out
But from what will you ever know what I'm all about?
The pressures of life be told
And to the depths of darkness our souls are sold

No one sees the source of my troubles
Only the trouble itself and only then it doubles
Ghetto people don't have a place in this world
We're cast from civilization
Forced to act upon differences from devastation

My place is unknown to myself
There isn't anywhere I belong
Therefore the police won't stay on my back for very long
My cries of sorrow are unheard
My hopes for a good life are gone~it's absurd

Look deep into my eyes
It's filled with nothing but hurt and good byes
But all you see is evil and lies
Look deeper and tell me if you can see my cries

This isn't no American dream
It's not at all what it seems
I open my mouth but you don't hear the screams
I'm trapped behind an invisible door
Forced to see the hurt that life has in store

But for every door, theres a secret behind it
Some secrets are of joy and others are full of pits
But what should I do?
Should I do your will to satisfy you?
Or should I do what I believe is right and get judged for that too?

If you look at it, theres really no choice
But why? Why is it we have no voice?
This isn't no happily ever after
We don't end up with houses full of joy and laughter
What you get is what you've got
To get more means hustling on the block

Living the Ghetto Lif, living under cover
Turn the pages and read, life isn't based on it's cover
But when will we come to see reality
For us the American Dream will never be

Our dreams are the only things we've got
But how will they come true if we don't give them a shot?
We can't when people are all on your back
Can't you see? Have you thought about that?

Have you thought about how it would be
If you can live your dream, especially me
I'd love to live my dream but can you see
That's this hard knock life ain't no cup of tea?

We get everything by doing what we gotta do
You know what  I mean~it ain't bran new
This isn't no American Dream
No, not even-no blue water or valley green
This is reality, The Ghetto Dream

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Cries of the Ghetto

Can you hear them? The cries of the ghetto
Can you see it? They don't stick out like hello
A baby is crying, a child is dying
A teen just shot himself and you think I'm lying

Cries of the ghetto, do you hear it's plea?
If not, take a closer look and tell me what you see
A mother strung on drugs, the fathers are thugs
A little boy is depressed and gets not a hug
A little girl addicted to sex, no one is at their best
People end up statistics like all the rest

Cries of the ghetto, can you feel it?
Can't you sense the hurt buried deep in it?
Fights every where, children scared
Families abused and treated unfair
People without food, people without jobs
Cries of the ghetto, can you hear their sobs?

A young teen was killed when she did nothing wrong
A child ran away from neglect and now doesn't know where he belong
A woman was raped, a beating was tapped
A world where everyone knows eachothers' fate

Cries of the ghetto, now can you see..
That your help is what we desperately need?
Poverty struck, in fantasy worlds we're stuck
Maybe a miracle right now would be just our luck

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Masks

The different masks I wear
Everyday it's something different
Some days I wear masks of shame
For things I did and myself is to blame

I am hidden in a collage
A collage of different emotions
What do you see?
Is it real or a maurage?

Can you find me? The real me!
I bet you can't
So I force myself to see
I am not the person you want me to be

I am my own person
So you place the liars mask upon me
To make me seem
As I am in your possession
But I only own myself

I am an obsession
An obsession of many faces
Many faces to match different places
Differnt places sacred from thine eyes

And where the box that holds the masks...
It has unlengthed sides
But I also bare my own masks
Masks to achieve my different tasks

But I often wonder, why do I wear them?
I don't have a choice
I can't speak
Because to them I have no voice

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Death

Death is the most curious of all things
It makes you wonder what it's like
It makes you wonder where the spirit goes
You never know when your time is up
You never know hoe you are gonna leave
But when death comes
it leaves a mark
Not only for the family whio mourns
But for the people who never knew him
It affects everyone
It feels different when he's not here
You wonder why and how
You think damn, I just saw him yesterday
You think about the last words you said to him
Automatically you begin to reminence
You think what could I have done
You never know what his last thoughts were
Tears begin to fall
Sorrows are heard
In the mist of it, people are brought together
Comfort is shown
Anger is expressed
Sadness is seen
Emotions are felt
Thoughts begin to cry
Maybe he's happy now
Maybe it was meant to be
Maybe he was forced into it
Maybe it's my fault
You'll never know the truth
Death is anonymous

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Truth Be Known

People wanna see things their own way
They fear what they do not understand every day
Even when the most beautiful paintings of life
Are placed directly in front of you
And the bright colors of emotions shines in light
You just turn and walk away and ignore youth's life
What do you see when our teens walk?
They walk with pride, hair slicked back, blue jeans,
White T,  and ups, smiling with dignity
I know you see nothing, instead you look with pitty
It's a shame when youth's can see
The imagination of truth more clearly
We see life how it is and how its been
We're afraid to speak so instead we pick up a pen
We write in a safe haven's diary of truth
To keep important memories of our youth
You continue to put us down
And steal our diamonds of hope and pearls of joy
And take away our meaningful, cheerful noise
You kill our dreams
And the blood from it fills the streams
The streams turn into rivers
And the rivers into lakes and lakes into oceans
The pictures of life moves with motion
But they are repaired by faith
And eventually we will rise to power
And they'll see us triumph in our highest towers