Ghetto Home

Ghetto Home

Crack pipes, all night, glass all over the ground.
Punctured lungs prove your depressing life, and you
wonder why the cops come around..

Little kids crying for their mothers, society lured them to the corner,
black dresses, a life taken, the body lifeless at the coroner.

Barefoot, dirty clothes, it doesn't matter how your dressed..
twelve bills, no food in the fridge, a bottle of alcohol is what mama stressed.

And where's daddy? Don't know? Why don't you check next door..
He's probably laid out with your friend's mother, or at the liquor store.

Everyone's educated when present at school..
some learn sexual diseases and little girls play the big boy's fool.

Get pregnant, don't laugh, life's not a game or a lie..
your baby will need you like you needed your mother,
another life left to die.

This life was on the news, some say leave the issue alone..
but I had to show the world the reality of a ghetto home.

By,
Michelle D. Jones