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Gg78
Ghetto talk
Speaking in ghetto ways
I was born As an unwanted child
Handed to the streets
My family was crazy
I mean a scitzo mom a Dad that women beats
Brother selling drugs sister having babies
Repeating there cycle no way that would be crazy
I embraced the streets And everything it taught
Hustling and selling
Just for food for thought
Crack houses and feens was all that I knew
I talked that ghetto talk you know what I mean boo
Yo yo yo it's like this and like that
Watch me flow
I'll get up with you next time ight no...
I was born As an unwanted child
Handed to the streets
My family was crazy
I mean a scitzo mom a Dad that women beats
Brother selling drugs sister having babies
Repeating there cycle no way that would be crazy
I embraced the streets And everything it taught
Hustling and selling
Just for food for thought
Crack houses and feens was all that I knew
I talked that ghetto talk you know what I mean boo
Yo yo yo it's like this and like that
Watch me flow
I'll get up with you next time ight no...
16928 reads
15 Comments
starz_n_peaches
Oom
I’m walking down this street
With its ghetto democracy and high-rise hypocrisy.
And I’m hearing what they’re sayin’
Sayin’ I’m strayin’
Society’s frayin’
From these hoodlum games I’ve been playin’
I’ve been taking bets
Paying debts with my life
Sellin’ elephants to your sister’s wife.
And after all my wrong doing
I get down on my knees and
I’m prayin’
Praying for the Lord’s sweet mercy
On the body and soul of my late bro Percy
Yes, he took a shot
A shot
In the left side
Through that rubbery, far from sugary heart;...
With its ghetto democracy and high-rise hypocrisy.
And I’m hearing what they’re sayin’
Sayin’ I’m strayin’
Society’s frayin’
From these hoodlum games I’ve been playin’
I’ve been taking bets
Paying debts with my life
Sellin’ elephants to your sister’s wife.
And after all my wrong doing
I get down on my knees and
I’m prayin’
Praying for the Lord’s sweet mercy
On the body and soul of my late bro Percy
Yes, he took a shot
A shot
In the left side
Through that rubbery, far from sugary heart;...
12810 reads
3 Comments
marielavoue
Gypsy Red
Gypsy Red
The Ghetto’s Heartbeat
Constructs of stone, mortar, asphalt and glass
rise from the rubble, giving birth to a new breed
of poet or bard, philosophers of the street;
poets with a new mindset and a distinguishing class.
From the struggle and the strife,
broken homes or a hard working life,
they come to knowledge hungry,
with a vision seeking the insight.
The ghetto, long used to stigmatize
now emulated by many to seem fashion wise,
has been and will always continue to be
the place of...
rise from the rubble, giving birth to a new breed
of poet or bard, philosophers of the street;
poets with a new mindset and a distinguishing class.
From the struggle and the strife,
broken homes or a hard working life,
they come to knowledge hungry,
with a vision seeking the insight.
The ghetto, long used to stigmatize
now emulated by many to seem fashion wise,
has been and will always continue to be
the place of...
2164 reads
20 Comments
tearrapoetry
Ghetto Boy
Little ghetto boy living
careless in those dangerous streets, where would you be? When he has questions
about life, and the fast hustle.
Would you're answers be different, to scary him or to make him more curious.?!
Growning up is going to be a
hard blow, facing
life set backs,
understand,
it's gonna knock you down
everyday, keep getting
up and smile to.
He goes to bed dreaming about
how life will be, if he has everything,
how all the ladies
will fall at his feet.
Guns sounds is his music,
the cold...
careless in those dangerous streets, where would you be? When he has questions
about life, and the fast hustle.
Would you're answers be different, to scary him or to make him more curious.?!
Growning up is going to be a
hard blow, facing
life set backs,
understand,
it's gonna knock you down
everyday, keep getting
up and smile to.
He goes to bed dreaming about
how life will be, if he has everything,
how all the ladies
will fall at his feet.
Guns sounds is his music,
the cold...
3488 reads
2 Comments
lashawnscott92
N.I.G.G.A
-Born into the color of my skin I was destined to fail
-A lifetime full of trials and tribulations hitting me like hail
-Growing up in the hood, I would have never made it out alive
-Just another nigga deprived, fighting to live and strive
-The monster in me contained, waiting to be unleashed
-Devouring the lies and feeding the beast
-Just another nigga in a white mans world
-Getting dirty looks because the color of my girl
-Jobs turned down, interviews never given
-I'm just a black man trying to make a living
-In a world where color still matters and...
-A lifetime full of trials and tribulations hitting me like hail
-Growing up in the hood, I would have never made it out alive
-Just another nigga deprived, fighting to live and strive
-The monster in me contained, waiting to be unleashed
-Devouring the lies and feeding the beast
-Just another nigga in a white mans world
-Getting dirty looks because the color of my girl
-Jobs turned down, interviews never given
-I'm just a black man trying to make a living
-In a world where color still matters and...
24009 reads
15 Comments
JnLdNk613
Ghetto soldier
Get up ghetto soldier
Don't let up, step wit focus
They'll never get to know us
They'll never have the courage to slow us
We are invincible, living on principle
We are demons mixed with hope
We are the nights that we pricked our skin
Wit dope
And smoked too many cigarettes
And held up through the heavy shit
Meddled wit our inner pieces
Just to slip through the thick city of sin
Without losing our heads, of recent
I tread through so many sedatives
Uppers, wondering if I'm better yet
Am I better yet
Tell me government
Am I...
Don't let up, step wit focus
They'll never get to know us
They'll never have the courage to slow us
We are invincible, living on principle
We are demons mixed with hope
We are the nights that we pricked our skin
Wit dope
And smoked too many cigarettes
And held up through the heavy shit
Meddled wit our inner pieces
Just to slip through the thick city of sin
Without losing our heads, of recent
I tread through so many sedatives
Uppers, wondering if I'm better yet
Am I better yet
Tell me government
Am I...
3800 reads
1 Comment
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