Through day in and day out,
Ghetto birds die,
I carry on the same fight,
Singing the same plight,
While others chill in exotic places,
Playing out fantasies for a while,
In the hood goes hungry a ghetto child,
I smile through the hardship and pain,
What I hope to gain one day is my-
Life and sanity in the right place,
Though my mind often feels deleted,
I feel compel to disagree,
Often life leaves you feeling lost,
Just have to make it through today,
I cry through many nights of terror,
And I dream of falling through the cracks,
In the end I know I will make it,
For God chose me to be the one,
Struggle is what people do,
A human seeks shelter,
While a hero takes on a life,
Even with a grain of hope,
So let me close the topic of my life,
Instead focus on what I do right,
And when the final days come,
I will not fall apart like dried clay,
I will be stronger as time passes,
Staying on the right path all the time,
Wondering if heaven and hell exist,
For I live in one of them right now.
