Ghetto Story

Hearts beating fast at the smoke from the gun begins to clear
Welcome to Chicago, land of the killers, abandoned dreams, fiends, and those caught in the middle
A man lies on the ground motionless, but was just a moment ago, the king of his hood
But at this instance, he stands no chance of making it home at all
Instead of returning to his broken home of lies, cheat, and deceit
His blood, guts, goals and hope begin to spread over all the concrete
Nosy neighbors shuffle behind curtains and peek their eyelids through
But make no movement towards their house or cell phones, as they’ve been subconsciously trained to do
This is the norm in a world ran by hustlers, pimps, thugs, hoes, men, and women and those in combination
As death no longer provides fear, but rather is a stamp of one’s reputation
Living for yours is equated with dying for the same cause
As those cashing out for the same, know that life can, at any time, make eternal withdrawals
Timid and shy better be saved for dogs and newborn babies
Because at each turn of a corner, opportunities are fading
Grab hold of yours tight because life loves not one and takes care of even fewer
Wrong decisions can lead to funeral parlors full of people that knew you
Instead of graduations, weddings, and ceremonies full of praise from those that know you
Living in fear though, leads to not really living at all
As Jay-Z put it, it’s much better to die enormous than to live dormant, never moving at all K
eep in control of the influences around you as those with the closest touch can hurt you the most A
n inner circle full of naysayers and haters hurts much more than a world full of opposition
Test the people that you come across, see where they are in your struggle before you share your success
The world can love you at your highest, but burying you at your worst is what it does best
Go for yours though, don’t let anybody or anything stop you or cause overwhelming worry
Play the game smart though or end up just another face on the news, a sad ghetto story