When you think of a ghetto,
You see a black kid,
Getting high on dope,
You see an 18-year girl,
With a carriage by her side,
Waiting for the bus ride,
When you think of a ghetto,
You picture loud music,
And people up to no good,
What you don't see in a ghetto,
A mother coming home from work
Making ends meet being a clerk,
A child struggling to stay free,
Not letting drugs get to him,
Having million and one dreams,
So don't make a judgment,
Don't be quick to assume,
The next time you say ghetto,
Think of the positive it contains,
Know that the stars shine just as bright,
Even when it is in a ghetto.
