I’ve never had the platform, to plot for, a gateway, to get away, from this Ghetto.

Or fight for, kids in this Ghetto that never let bygones be bygones.

They’re gangbanging until they’re names are called by God.

I’ve seen this other one’s tiny body resting in a pine box.

His mother crying, asking “Oh, Why Lord! Did you take him from me?”

Truthfully, he only died for his “hommies”. Those are friends from his block.

Nobody talks about these stories, except, maybe only through Hip-Hop.

That most were going to consider to be boring if this was in a song.

People around here only want entertainment. Don’t mention nothing for the liberation of a black man.

And, who said that a black man could liberate another black man?

He’s only looking to rob him flat, sell him some Crystal Meth.

Doesn’t give a rat’s back about nobody’s damn health, only cares about if his paper money stacks.

My people.