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Violence, destruction,
Nothin’ good in ya life For u and a mom; U r a ghetto child Cursed to live in the street, Learning from the street. U r a victim of things we did In past, But we forgot to clean the dust. We blame the poor For his lifestyle, But we don’t do nothin’, To change somethin’. Maybe God punish us For things we did in past, But those who suffer R kids from the street. And no one cares why That ghetto child Grab a gun with his hand. But there’s still something Inside him, strength of a ghetto child Which may change his life: Luv for his mother, Luv for his brother, Luv for his sister And luv for the Lord Who taught to hold the sword, And to use the word. Now he’s the one Who has the strength to change the world, To bring the sun back on the sky, On his street brings the light. His eyez saw a lot : Roses killed by the past And hopes that died too fast. He had nobody around him When his mom was ill. So every night he tried to spoke God: “why, why, lord why all the flowers die, all the trees r out of life?!”. He lived in poverty, But he had that energy Which helped him Build his own destiny. He focus on life Forgetting about time. When he looks in the mirror He sees those years of misery. That ghetto child inside him Is like a fresh light To remember his begin.
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