The Ghetto According to "Loumoste"

cuz as she rose
she was taught that tight
fittin' clothes got her
dem universal negroes
and if she let them refer
to her as a hoochie or ho
and gave em' a lil sex
then she would earn their respect.

But last I checked
A real man would understand
If she wanted work for
What she got, and didn't
Use the prize between her
Thighs to attract his kind.

But I guess I checked
The wrong status sheet
Because it appears that Daddy's lil' girl
Has become the neighborhood freak.

But I'll teach the neighborhood freak
How to speak her mind
And know even in her darkest times
She can still climb out of her hole
And regardless if the world knows about
Her Victoria Secrets or
Street life she chose to live
There's other ways to get paid
And there's other ways to give...

The Ghetto that's all he knows
Cuz as he rose he was taught
A hustle and rather than struggle
With a penny 9 to 5 paying $4.25
He was taught what the streets thought
Was the way to survive...
But I guess he was taught the wrong lesson
Cuz now he's doing 25 to life
And even though he never married
On one April Day while trying to escape
He took another man's wife
And now that family has to live
With that grief because he couldn't
Kick his hustle habits and
Get himself off the streets.

But I'll teach the Ghetto hustling geek
That he doesn't need the streets
To get back on his feet,
Because an intelligent mind
Doesn't need to sniff lines
And an intelligent man
Doesn't need a gun in his hands.

The Ghetto...some say
That's all they'll ever know
Because as they grew
That's all they knew,
And the gated fence on the outside
Of the hood got them convinced
Ain't way out and since that's
All they understood it became
Their way of life

And now instead of breaking the bars
To get out they're opening the gates
To let more in
Because the Ghetto is...
As Ghetto kids...
As in the Ghetto they live
They feel their only friend...

See the Ghetto ain't where they live
Its how they Think...and entrapped within the confines
Of their minds are lethal injections of failure,
No hope to succeed to dependent on the system
It seems mama's breast milk hindered them
From becoming the future, and because of
Life's choices they have become doormat...

Leaching onto the ghetto as a crutch to support their habit...
So they can continue to be strung out on excuses,
with no accountability for their actions cause the pain
of facing decisions got them wishing that they were
dead so into the bowels of society's boarded communities
they crawl mistreated and forgotten, to the point they feel rotten and disgusted
resorting to violence cause in the system they trusted
yet the system greased them up real nice and then stuck it to them.

....So the ghetto is a quiet reminder and as we ponder on the reasons why they can't let go...
keep in mind they say that home is where the heart is...
and home to them is the GHETTO...Gone and marinate on it. Loumoste®™