Listen up and you will hear a story
A fairy tale, one that’s rather gory.
It’s about an unwanted child, born and not understood,
Raised by the fosters, brought up in the hood.
I wanted to be a doctor but the teachers told me no,
a basketball player, but life wouldn’t let me grow.
Every day’s a drive-by, where bullets are shot,
So used to it, I no longer duck when she the gun pops,
Moms filled up with so much drugs, we just watch and stare,
When mom shoots or sniff, we don’t even care,
Daddy’s been gone 12 years and that’s how she relieves stress,
But if mommy’s all doped out, when does mother know best.
I saw daddy beat mommy like she was a whore,
And so many men the same, all before the age of 4
My 12 year old sister is pregnant for 40 year old mike,
My 15 year old brother sells drugs, and takes the pipe
Not knowing right from wrong, spins my head round and round
Living in this place, makes me feel like I’m already 6 feet under ground.
Forget what everyone else says I’m going to be a star
Because I know who I am and you should find out who you are
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Submission Name: Ghetto Child
