You have quite the selection
Your customer base
Have lived a life of rejection
With pocket change to spare
Head to the ghetto shop
In your local hood
To get your under-quality good

Your forty options are near endless
To sate the alcoholism of the hopeless
Everywhere I turn
There is a security camera
Mainly to record
A niche in a world
Lacking glamour

The coin-tilt game that I see kids playing on
Surely can't be legal
Yet they flock there
To open pavement
As a seagull

The hood respects you
And needs you
Even though your necessities are seriously overpriced
The lack of a car or high gas prices
Creates your demand
Your convenience
Makes quality get sacrificed

Should a drug addict or otherwise desperate soul
Try to rob you blind
They will be lucky to end up serving time
Because you are ninja hiding in the open

Sounds like a stereotype or cliche
But it's most definitely true
The ghetto shop exists
And will treat you like a friend
Always, "Thank you, come again"