I'm nine years looking out my window,
I see that same old guy who pays me by
sailing that dope.
I'm thirteen years old looking out my window,
I see a lot of young girls,
and a whole bunch of lots souls.
Im Now nineteen years old, and I have grown Cold, I'm sick of looking out this Ghetto window.
where Guys wear there pants to there feet,
where trash talking,Night walking, and
where my people comes to deaths defeat.
But to my surprise I had failed to relies,
that the ghetto was rooted deep within inside.
The only way to escape was to open up the gate, and love what's inside.
The only thing the ghetto was missing,
was someone who would take the time to listen.
So Now I dont look out my widow im trying to
redefine a new meaning of the Ghetto.
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