Life these days is good, that's what some people say
But people in the "hood" don't look at it the same way
No one really knows how hard their struggle is
It's like their eyes have been blinded, all they see is trouble
Cursed by the limit of living their life poor
The miserable walls of poverty have trapped their only door
To them there's one way out, the life of theft and homicide
Since the family's got to eat, they're quick to money thrive
Except there is a problem that's really got to change
To some it doesn't matter, but for some it's just so strange
The killing of a person in a suburban neighboorhood
Gets so much of the media than a ghetto death would
The media hasn't realized the alarming death rates
Nor the number of people headed towards heaven's gates
While the rest of them are still living in their torturous life of hell
To spend their quiet nights reciting street prayers, they must as well


 
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