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This Is Ghetto

As the gangsta dies
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
A poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto
And his crew cries
'cause if there's one thing that they don't need
it's another corner boy to bleed
This is ghetto

Society, don't you understand
the hood needs a helping hand
or they'll grow to be all angry young men one day
Take a look at them and me,
are we too black to see,
do we simply shut our mouths
and speak in another way

While the hood rolls
and an inspired young boy with a funny jive
deals on the corner as he collects high fives
This is ghetto

And his crib burns
so he starts to scare the folks with fright
and he teaches how to deal
and he teaches how to bite
This is ghetto

Then one night in conversation
a young rat screams aloud
She buys a toy, steals a heart,
tries for fun, but it won't even start
Then her man tries

As the crew gathers 'round a stupid young hoe
face down in the pillow with a dildo in her snatch
This is ghetto

As the neighbourhood sighs
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
Another poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto
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