| I don’t understand why so many people always try to say the ghetto is so bad
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| It’s not the ghetto that’s bad, but it’s the people that’s in the ghetto that
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| make the ghetto bad
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| There’s so many foundational lessons to be learned in the ghetto,
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| even spiritual lessons
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| I guess it’s best described like this… you know what I’m saying?
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| As a child, I despised and prayed to get away
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| Deprived of early riches, deceived by evil gang
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| Grew blind over the years, saw crime as escape
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| Participation of your innocence taken
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| Contemplated due to the situation
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| My time in your presence was limited by parental discretion of living standards
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| My Gladys — case was packing at night, to leave the pits in route to Douglas,
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| Georgia, on the midnight train
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| While the same circumstances made my people maintain, never complain
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| Sporting women gave our name ghetto fame
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| Sustained foundational lessons of life that I obtained
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| Though tribulations and trials came wisdom in everything
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| By the guidance on the Lord and his Spirit, through my Brahma
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| Believing in his provision when living
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| Deliver drama, still the saga continues in inner-cites 'cross the nation,
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| as hatred is created from residential placement
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| Everybody want to blame her, 'cause their pride ain’t the same as they was when
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| the protested she was last in the game
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| See, the pain that she inflicts is lost respect of the past, when it was rude
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| to never speak or walk across other’s grass
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| Hustle neighbours just to take out their trash, rake leaves, or washing cars
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| instead of bawling for cash
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| Hurt the penal soul government, supplication’s a curse put in reverse
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| Producing people who despise its worth
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| Since my birth, I been exposed to many cultures of Earth
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| But none have left impression like perfection of the ghetto
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| If you can understand what I’m saying there, you with me
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| Yo, Phoebe
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| I see beneath the grief as crime increase
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| My mind release sorrow on this in peace
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| Left behind for tomorrow like ancient Greek
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| I seek along the street filling with horror
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| Like a faucet, we leak
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| Some say we lost it in the street
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| The man above see the tragedy beneath the glow
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| Imagine me with no capacity for ghetto love idol
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| Rappily enforce for a better source throughout the south, east, west,
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| and the north
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| I suggest we come forth with Grits to rectify our crucial conflict
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| Connect the wire fulltime, it’s mine to split
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| But don’t forget: all through the terrorism, vandalism, there’s wisdom
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| But all you hear is negatism and their criticism
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| If we reconstruct the mind of the blind, so let the untold unfold
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| Ghetto love in bold
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| See, a place I never let go is the ghetto that inherited
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| The R. Pope be scared of it, and don’t know
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| And we can transfer from a blur, vision endure and make the right decision
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| Happiness will occur, we’ll be a team at home in Douglas Ga.,
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| My ghetto love, my ghetto stay in my heart 'til my dying day
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| I pray ghetto love |