Voices From The Ghetto
As I made my way
From my mother’s Womb
The lights hurt my eyes
So I began to cry
Right then life
My life
Took a turn from the top
Landing me somewhere
Where people drop
Dropped right into the misery
Where people live their lives
Then die
Die with a heart broken from the beginning
Never knowing joy or hope to explore
So I ask
If God loves me, why this
Because I’ve never known or been told
You must believe in order to succeed
Never been taught that
There is a plan
Where He gave you a choice
Because all who were brought to this land
And didn’t have a choice
Still choose to live
So the plan is to become a man
And don’t take the bad that’s given, as your choice
But believe and grow strong
And don’t believe in wrong
Just be the man with the plan
And believe in the truth and live and love long: As your ancestors did.
You can overcome the negative,
Deryo