Ghetto Hood Poem

Sit Down Here As I Tell You A Tale,
The Haunting Story Of A Young Boy Waiting To Exhale,
His Life Of Ups And Downs & Twirls And Frightening Desolation,
Of Starkful Dreams & Haunty Scenes And Street Wise Education,
It Didn't Take Him Very Long To Sense The Naked True,
To Smell The Stench Of Ghetto Hood Thats Comming From You.

He Grew Up In A World Of Crack And Beer Canned Coated Srteets,
Where 21 Was Old And Wacked & College Was unique,
No In His World Of Hoochie Girls The Problems Were Immense,
He Hid His Fear And Pain Inside His Eletric Home-Boy Fence.

And Everytime He Ventured Out To Society That Shuned,
He held His Head Up High And Proud,
The Way He Held his Gun,
It Was His Pillar, His Protection, It Gave Him His Respect,
A Sense Of Pride And Dignity That Hadn't Happend Yet.

But In His Mind it Wasn't Lost The undiniable Fact,
That In A Land Of Justice For All He Always Would Be Black,
This Vivid Thuth Held Him Inside His inflicted Prison,
Afraid To Peep Outside His Cave,
Afraid To Share His Vision.

The Talent Of This Lost young Man Sadly Remained Unvield,
His Gifts Hidden in The Sand, His Scars Remained Unhealed,
For Just Like Other Black Man, His Prison Became Real,
And Now He's #3289... With Too Much Time To Kill.