The ghetto,
shallow,
full of violence,full of hate,
you dip your toe in but don't
stay out late,
you only see the surface sheen
the oily gleam of oily men.

The ghetto is when you feel you fail,.
when you're sailing close to the edge and
it is on the edge.
In societies ledger where you were written down as
an expendable
you are the price payable,
on demand.

In this land of the free, chained to the ghetto
I see
spirited men who with women and children are torn
from today and told they must stay.
Some play at the ghetto,sing of the ghetto but they'll never know
where the ghetto can get to,
as it chokes off the light and breaks up each day,
some stay and they like it while others stay and think life's **** but
the ghetto will have its way.

And it's the way of the dead end where your brother's a dead friend who you'll steal from and choke on the *****,
invoke all the gods if you must,if they hear
there's just a chance you will get out
but the ghetto is in
you and you can't
escape.