Ghetto in the sky

Ghetto in the sky

A Poem by slayerjay

Never have I ever
found myself a ghetto boy
living in the trend setter
maisons that were made better
rock a 100$ fendi sweater
if fate was a b***h
you would think 
that i never met her
but as you look closer, 
dope aint doper
if your mama was sick
and papa likes to choke her
money buys all the high
but can never provide closure
coke gets me closer
poker face is my prayer
god is a fantasy
when only pain is a player
go ahead call my all in
if you think its a bluff
my life is no limits
when the going gets tough
and the road ahead is dark
light myself up 
with a needle in the park
shining like an enema
feeling nothing but the cold
tragedy aint a cinema
test me one more time 
finger to the trigger, pull it
a lifetime in fast motion
as I soar toward the bullet
just another rich kid 
had his hands spread wide
as he hung up on stake
calling for the reapers ride
lambo, mercy
100 miles a minute
and the kid still be thirsty
collision now, flipping like a steak
hitting on the brakes
as the ghetto symphony plays
till the end of days.

© 2014 slayerjay

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Added on June 10, 2014
Last Updated on June 10, 2014



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