How can I escape this eminent tragedy?
I want to cast the truth for this world to see.
Instead of being known in infamy,
I’d rather shine through with positivity.
But these streets of mine,
Never allowed me to be.
The kind of person,
Who would experience life so easily.
That so often is the harsh reality.
Every day I see more friends dyin,
I get discouraged all the time,
Tell me what’s the use of tryin?
It seems the one’s who get through life lyin,
Avoid the problems and aren’t the ones hurting or cryin.
I feel that I am walking in the darkness blind.
The world around me is so very unkind.
I drive myself crazy playing games within my own mind.
Wondering if this life is one I will ever get to leave behind.
I lay in bed every night obsessed.
Trying to search for emotions I have long since suppressed.
Will I ever find the answers?
Or must I infinitely guess?
This ghetto life puts us all in constant distress.
I must put up a mask to hide the sadness,
I must shed no tears.
Although I have no control,
I must show no fear.
Never asking to be born here,
I must hold my head up high,
Even if it’s not sincere.
I must prepare everyday for the worst,
Too many times I saw my friends riding solo in a hearse.
Sometimes I feel my heart one day will spontaneously burst.
I’m drowning in it, yet I can’t quench life’s thirst.
It’s as if I being pulled under by a huge wave,
And the help I need is the one I crave.
Yet the way out doesn’t always save.
Most of the time we find our way out,
Ending up in the grave.
Wishing for a better person,
To become of me.
But facing the truth that most of of will never see.
The chances to rise above this poverty,
Is so often pushed aside as if it’s an impossibility.
So too many young people just give up or give in.
Never walking that hard line to make it out of sin.
Never seeing the potential that they have within.
And so the ghetto remains a dirty pig pen,
The sad reality of the world we’re living in.
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