Screams of laughter
Fill my ghetto block
That's our nick name anyways
Because every door and window we lock
When the night comes
We secure the our house
For fear of people just walking in
Or someone getting out
We keep safe
Because on the street
There are quite some odd
People you will meet
A man with grey hairs
Asked me for my digits
He wanted me to ********** for him
I told him where he could stick it
The house three doors down
Has barred windows and large doors
A women's shelter it is
To stop the domestic wars
The neighbor kid hides in fear
In his closet deep
For fear his daddy with his gun
Might return to collect his keep
A flock of foster kids
Lives right behind us too
One is confused and misses his mom
Jail time for what she didn't do
A child molester lives two roads down
And he is a level three
We avoid him and have caution
All the kids leave him be
Police sirens wail often
Every once in a while a startling shot
I hear dogs bark and cats hiss
A woman ran over in a parking lot
Gang wars and turf wars
A crack house four blocks down
But for people who just drive by
It might not seem too bad a place to be around
We make the best with what we've got
We have a few neighbors who look after us
We try to be as normal as we can
But normal is something we cannot trust
Of our three cities
Our area is called The Ghetto
We don't earn our name for no reason
It's because of the creepy pedos
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 6:46 AM UTC
Screams of laughter
Fill my ghetto block
That's our nick name anyways
Because every door and window we lock
When the night comes
We secure the our house
For fear of people just walking in
Or someone getting out
We keep safe
Because on the street
There are quite some odd
People you will meet
A man with grey hairs
Asked me for my digits
He wanted me to ********** for him
I told him where he could stick it
The house three doors down
Has barred windows and large doors
A women's shelter it is
To stop the domestic wars
The neighbor kid hides in fear
In his closet deep
For fear his daddy with his gun
Might return to collect his keep
A flock of foster kids
Lives right behind us too
One is confused and misses his mom
Jail time for what she didn't do
A child molester lives two roads down
And he is a level three
We avoid him and have caution
All the kids leave him be
Police sirens wail often
Every once in a while a startling shot
I hear dogs bark and cats hiss
A woman ran over in a parking lot
Gang wars and turf wars
A crack house four blocks down
But for people who just drive by
It might not seem too bad a place to be around
We make the best with what we've got
We have a few neighbors who look after us
We try to be as normal as we can
But normal is something we cannot trust
Of our three cities
Our area is called The Ghetto
We don't earn our name for no reason
It's because of the creepy pedos
