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4/4/2008 10:49:52 AM
Walk in my ghetto
When u feel down and out...there r greater depths one can be taken to... this is a story that happens every once in a while... feel the pain and the helplessness and resurrection through a man in the ghetto...is he a messiah or a devil .....
Walk in my ghetto..........
She was down on her knees
and her heart was a bleeding
looking for a little mercy
in the eyes of the people...
She was hungry and cold
and the children were a starvin
the ghetto was a place
where anything would sell...
She was selling her self
When a cop came by
Put her in his car
And raped her till she cry...
Man in the ghetto got a listen to her story
called for his people and he said
i say he loves to die...
i say he loves to die...
Walk in my ghetto...Walk in my ghetto...
The man took her in
set a price on his head
Sent out the spooks
to kill him dead...
now the cop was a runnin
tryin to save his skin
but the stalkers of the ghetto
too good for him..
they caught him in the shadows
he was cold with fear
they stuck him with an ice pick
and gut him with a spear...
man in the ghetto got a listen to the story
paid for his people and he said
i say he loved to die...
i say he loved to die...
Walk in my ghetto...Walk in my ghetto...
She was beaten an bruised
but her spirit was alive
her tummy was a growin
with another parasite...
Trodden like a stone
is the story of her life
but she never give up
cos she wanna survive...
She was down on her knees
and her heart was a bleeding
looking for a little mercy
in the eyes of the people...
She was hungry and cold
and the children were a starvin
the ghetto was a place
where anything would sell...
Walk in my ghetto...Walk in my ghetto...
Walk in my ghetto...Walk in my ghetto...
INDIC MIST
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