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::: ghetto story :::

my life to you may come as a fictional story cause never walked it
but to me I make it a blur cause I been through it and seen it
from gun fights to shoot outs
cuttings to stabbings
drug deals to no deals
every day another body found in a dumpster
going school coming home mom never there little baby sister crying under the table living in fear (two shots go off)
father never there.....only thing he been good was going to jail and coming back home
mom say she hanging out with some friends but she only had one witch was a glass pipe called a glass dick (glass shatters)
do I need to go on....
fear came my way but had to over come it just to face and issues witch came my way ....(screams)
shut up and finish reading
growing up didn’t have the option of going to school but I did every day (the school of the hard knocks) taught my self to read and write and look at me now(yells out I made it)
math came easy cause it came with the grams of crack and ounces I bought and flipped
this is part one....group homes and jails would be part two of this poem witch I call my ghetto story lolsz I’m just a (P.O.M.E) product of my environment

Written by: ~ Sinnista