What You Know About A Ghetto Child? What you know about a ghetto child, robbing, Sticking up a people call treason, I come in all colors, ghetto has no name, survival to stay alive? What you know about a Ghetto Child? Suffering out loud with a 40 ounce Born in corruption living in assisted death call denial Living in a ghetto where is the pride? Theirs no justice for the code I live, My son like me, mama-sniffing crack cocaine, lying on her back, without pride, Birthing abomination, if it’s a girl she will be like her, if it’s a boy 10 out of hundred he will live in a cage, bonded with the memories locked up in chains. A soul boned with Satan, no conscious are pride. Living by a world of darkness, and you look down on me, my brothers live by the code of the hood. Now tell me what you know about a ghetto child? Locked in a cage, under a system that is crook it as the laws they make, you talk about gang banging the life I live, what about the capitalist dysfunctions? the white collar codes of silence, my boys that stick up and kill, what the hell I am already dead within, crack cocaine, heroin, white powder, that my mama leaves upon her dresser, and my father who abandons the roots call father. What you know about a Ghetto Child? My sisters who wear there dress upon their *** thinking that this is the pleasures, I represent, when I call her bit—she says I disrespect the queen. I shall not live in denial, who the hell represent the black coalition? Sisters dropping babies like a dog in heat, sex before marriage, trying to hook me to family, they smells of rotten roots, assisted slavery death by roots. I robbed the system as they robed the cradle, I rob to stay alive, so who the hell, represent me, when I live through the darkness born in abomination, my inheritance from the crack addicted, hooked on a drug call addiction, as my people sit back and pull the rope that lynches my pride. Mama baby daddy maybe living a world of confusion, I took a ride with my brother, who stood before the gun, I tried to get enough money to pay my rent where I laid down, I live in the dungeon call capitalistic reforming, I watch my brother’s as he took a bullet, just trying to survive, I stand before the world as they labeled me a hood, and the tears of my brother he laid in the blood of survival, the only think I could remember a family member who passed on, I wear a tear upon my face, hoping one day I might change, always remembering the burning bullet laid in my partners chest. I rap about the addiction call suicide intentions, I scream it out loud that my elders will pay attention, nevertheless they label me a thug, I live by the code of the unjust. Mask that hides beyond the dark, screaming voices of souls without passion warriors beyond the ghettos of the dungeons painted shields faces of fright. Gangsters that wear the signs of tribes, hypnotic pictures without the frame. Delusions that are ripped and shattered until darkness of night the voices sings who am I Rags that hang upon there heads, leaches that sucks the blood of man wars un rehearse, the hearses come one by one. Mothers screaming tears are streaming battle cries upon the night. Gun shots ringing, the carousels no longer turns, doll babies are no longer loved replace with human life little red trucks have become stolen cars, the smell of gangue dust, pipes Of white dust. Burning buildings, roars of thunder, no where to hide, hear the screams of satins delights eyes of tears, shelters of scars. As the night the air silently disappear Silence like a rat upon the night, the smell of rotten flesh, that eats the heart of the child. Angels run and hide from the deserts of hell they wake upon the sun hoping to touch the soul Of the wondering child. Through the windows they smother the gentle of innocence until there is no more life. Genocide that creeps upon the doors Black birds of death sit and wait to suck there blood. Oh wear oh wear Is the light, no where to hide No where to run, murders That rhymes I have no faith. The reality of defeat think has Linked the generation of hate There is no foundation that is left behind. Symbolic images of unity Blocked by stupidity. The heads without bodies The feet without leadership The eyes without sight The heart without hope The history without legacy. A body without a soul. As the innocence hold on to the elder. The black birds sits upon there windows The angels that set before the Darkness of the night waiting for escape The heavenly father cries a tear to put out the flames. "Innocence cries out to God Take me father from the hell I dwell As the angels sit with children in clutches waiting for God to bring them out the dungeons of hell. Ministers dress up as satan Cocaine a sniff of deliverance. Crack the sacrament of satan As the vampires continue To leap at the incoherence of souls. Crypts that build there commentaries Bloods that bites the young Gangs of symbolic images As they wave the flag red, black, and green Criminals on patrol Capitalistic dysfunctions Cages that cling to the minds of the young. Bureaucracy that kill there young. Mothers that cripple up cemented wombs that don’t give birth Abortions that kills the life Of the young. Love that no longer lives within the instructions that are mounted within the stone. Thunder upon the skies Oh thy God Gun shot rings out loud, War zones without light Prisons of innocence of life. Trails of babies that sit upon the light, mother less, father less no longer in sight, children of the dark that sings there own song. Captivity of parents arrested by the young Sentence to death, Justice stands The child begin to scream a reminder to the womb and seed Without your guidance I have signed the treaty with satan Now you shall feel the sins of my pain.