Have you ever made a pit stop on the road to success, to just sit and marvel at the gifts of the ghetto? Like the individually wrapped Treats that are left about. have you seen the gum plastered across pavements, the tagged up scenes... all of these things. The **** that people tend to turn their nose up to is the most beautiful to me. it reminds me of where I am and fuels me to reach for where I want to be. Broken sidewalks, broken homes babies out hustlin' to make their own. For as long as I can remember, this is all I've known this is the land that I call home. city buses and ratchet fights ****** scenes in broad daylight beautiful ugliness at my eyesight but it all pushes me to get it right. Land of promises Land of fame home to Hollywood and making a name it is also home to heartache and home of pain. but if I must refrain.. If you make a pit stop on the road to success and marvel at the ghetto you'd realize you are blessed.