Violence, destruction,
Nothin’ good in ya life
For u and a mom;
U r a ghetto child
Cursed to live in the street,
Learning from the street.
U r a victim of things we did
In past,
But we forgot to clean the dust.
We blame the poor
For his lifestyle,
But we don’t do nothin’,
To change somethin’.
Maybe God punish us
For things we did in past,
But those who suffer
R kids from the street.
And no one cares why
That ghetto child
Grab a gun with his hand.
But there’s still something
Inside him, strength of a ghetto child
Which may change his life:
Luv for his mother,
Luv for his brother,
Luv for his sister
And luv for the Lord
Who taught to hold the sword,
And to use the word.
Now he’s the one
Who has the strength to change the world,
To bring the sun back on the sky,
On his street brings the light.
His eyez saw a lot :
Roses killed by the past
And hopes that died too fast.
He had nobody around him
When his mom was ill.
So every night he tried to spoke God:
“why, why, lord why
all the flowers die,
all the trees r out of life?!”.
He lived in poverty,
But he had that energy
Which helped him
Build his own destiny.
He focus on life
Forgetting about time.
When he looks in the mirror
He sees those years of misery.
That ghetto child inside him
Is like a fresh light
To remember his begin.