Ghetto Things

A spoken word piece on ghetto realities. With help from Josia Nyathi.

The stench of failure and poverty reeks throughout the streets,
Hunger pains and weed fiends screams vibrate the streets like a sick beat.
Hope,dreams,and fear ignored by the outside looking in,
Dark clouds,dark thoughts altered by substances poisoning the community.
These hands,those hearts hardened by this cold existence,
His hands,her thighs,their minds killing the hopes of the future.
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Little kids growing up with no education,
Mom is on drugs,that's her only medication,
As we stand and watch calling out to God's grace and salvation,
Nobody at home,but no they are not on a vacation,
They leave the kids all alone watching the television,
Youngsters roaming the streets with no ambition,
Knowing very well of the tough conditions,
Which doesn't even make their minds crave for transition.
Blaming it all on the politicians,
Minds so weak, they definitely suffering from mental malnutrition,
They should be hand in hand working on a mission,
But no, they'll rather make rivals and have an opposition.
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Narrowed vision of the limitless heights of hope,
All dangling from the ceiling on a tight rope,
Dreams deferred not dashed or shattered like glass,
Good opportunities come and pass,
School desks,in empty classrooms with rusted dreams peeling off.
Oh no, these Ghetto Things,
Gangsters ruling streets like kings,
All so supreme,
Because of weed,greed and not forgetting teenage pregnancy.
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Cries of children young and old,
I think these people are bold, hearted,
Grief scatters the air, unbearable pain,
A young man dead,
A young woman raped,
Harsh realities simmer in this mixing bowl of misery,
This is the ghetto reality.
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Its the survival of the fittest on these streets,
You got to get your things,
Get going big,
Join just judges for their decisions are wise,
Jail jigsaw jobs for they are useless like rolling the dice,
Justice is no longer served to all,
Hope is blown away like leaves after they fall,
People would rather enslave their hearts with hatred than to find peace through forgiveness,
Young people limit their dreams due to not understanding that God gave us Greatness.
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Somebody paid the price,
He is Jesus Christ,
Get on your knees and plead,
To the Almighty King,
Stick with Him and trust me, at the end you will be sitting in paradise with Him,
No suffering,
From these,
Ghetto Things