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Dec 2017
There's a place you pay
On these streets
And sometimes it's high
Like the costΒ Β of dope
In order to **** whatever
That not right
Whatever that's deep in you
And cleans out what
Castor Oil only does inside
The body
But baby it sho'nuff
Will that's in the mind
If the demons are there
They'll feel it too.

Welcome to Ghettoland
Where dope runs freely
But for a price you pay
And pay dearly my friend.
Ghettoland---
Where your life out there
Is win, loose or die!
Chances are
You'll either lose or die
You'll sho'nuff die!

Ghettoland---
Where the hustlers hustle
By any means
And I mean any MEANS!
This is the place where
Street people call home away
From the home they came from
And street girls slinging pootang
You know
What's between their legs
In order to between the sheet or under a house or
Some alleyway to turn a trick.

Ghettoland---
Where Baby Mama's look for their
Baby daddy in order to get that
Child support
And support that child they left.

Welcome to Ghettoland----
Where you'll see burned out buildings
Just remaining reminders of
What was then and what is
NOW!

Welcome to the "New Frontier"
Of an old idea
Welcome to Ghettoland!!!!!!!
Kenneth R Jenkins
Written by
Kenneth R Jenkins  58/M/Savannah, GA
(58/M/Savannah, GA)   
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