The Ghetto

The Ghetto

A Poem by Sasha
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No clue where i got the inspiration for this...but i guess that's the way it works doesn't it.

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Growing up with guns,
Shooting people for money.
Staying out at night.
Sleep when its sunny.

The whole neighborhood is on drugs,
Booze is like water.
Gangbangers searching you for bugs.
Teaching lessons on methods of slaughter.

Don't get a gurl,
Go straight for rape.
Don't care even if its incest.
And catch it all on tape.

Own wheelz only with mods,
Load yourself with bling.
Bar your crib with iron rods.
Thats the only way to get that sting.

Be prepared for the worst,
But expect the best.
Trust only yourself,
And just leave out all the rest.

This is your Ghetto.
Demand the respect you've earned.
Keep pushing yourself forward,
By using everything you've learned.

Kill for nothing,
Die for all.
Fear nothing,
Whether big or small.

Before you die,
Pick a heir.
Make sure you leave something behind,
That'll leave people standing in awe right there.

Then......
You start over again.

© 2009 Sasha


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Added on December 3, 2009

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Sasha
Sasha

Gurgaon, Agnostic, India



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We just go on and on. living, dying and living again. Its what we do in those few blips of our existence in this universe that matters. Gandhi said, everything we do in our life will be insignificant.. more..

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