Seen starvation food deprevation~
Poor stay poor while rich .. asume elevetion~
Temptation to increase self wealth~
Through obligation to decrease people's health~
Kids dying for the age of 12 in different ways~
Some get shot but most die of aids~
Suffering for decades 5 year olds grips grandes and aks~
No love in they gaze heart cold cos of cold shoulders~
they be Bred soldiers from money making voultures~
Seen kids clutchin on their parents deceased~
Armies torchuring men and raping female detainees~
Instancees like these seem like scenes from cinema screens~
But they not~
they be reality families wish they just ~
could be shot~
Instead picture a "mud hut" invaded by soldiers in the middle of the night
Its "mad huh" cos within the same room man detained kids restrained while they rape the wife~
And we think we got a plight, the trouble aint end there~
Tears shed cos moma prolly infected with the aids but aint no body care~
And if your sis of a double figure age she get raped to~
Right infront of you, look over dady's been beaten and made to look by the soldier~
You grivein effect not just for that night but memories that haun your mind~
Instances you will never forget another day in the ghetto child's intelect~
wake up mums getting worse,
she shook up says her head hurts~
Dad's dead soldiers busted open his head~
Red still stains your thread sis remains in bed~
She sick too pregnent with the flu~
Few days pass feel like its over~
You get a grasp walk 6 miles for water~
But you can only carry a bucket load~
So you have to travel back and forth~
And 6 miles quickly turn to 36~
And 36 miles quickly turn to "I cant bare this~
Course I care sis but I cant cope"
Lost hope what can I do another seed stuck in this ghetto penetetry~
its elementry imma see the cemetry~
Systematically placed in poverty~
By countries praised for their democracy~
Ironically, they claim the truth sets you free~
But the truth is hidden from them to see~
The majority of the pieces in puzzle~
So we ghetto kids pick up the pieces from the rubble~
Throw rocks, while they wield guns, and we're called trouble?
Our mother's screamed stop, now we - their sons, burst your bubble~
But in the mean time, I'ma keep tryin, to forget that which causes me regret~
Then again its just another day in the ghetto child's intelect~
I wrote this a long long time ago, wel not too long actually. Lol Im gonna end up uploading alot of my writing, I might aswell keep them all together then.
Eesa.