In the ghetto street
I had made a stand
And far away from
A American dream

With no way for me
To become or actieve
All the things that I
Always hoped to be

In the ring of poverty
I punched out blindly
Only hurting nobody
But just myself only

So with no realizaion
Of all my expectations
I became so hope less
and lost in  a social hell

Unanticipated realities
Swallowed my  dreams
Spitting out the mesery
Of my painful memories