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I was born and raised in the Ghetto
I done survived gunfire, gang wars, and drive-bys
Overcame racism, poverty, and all sorts of stereotypes
Percentages state that I, should have been in prison or dead by the age of twenty-five
But yes I'm alive, yes I survive,
And kept moving, refuse to listen to the one's who try to prevent my movements
To derail me from my destiny
See I'm the little engine that could
The little Negro that would, not accept no for an answer
I have my own strength within
But I gain strength from others
Like from the mother, who was diagnose and told
She could not be cured from cancer
Ten years ago
And still she lives, and yes now she's fully cured
Or from the baby who was born premature
Given a ten percent chance of survival
Now he's preparing to graduate high school
Or sadly, from the survived families of the tragedy of nine-eleven
Like they keep moving, I keep the pen moving
I couldn't stop writing if I wanted to
There's too many people who have helped and encourage me
Like my man Besskepp, and my girl Tamara Blue, plus the Dim Lights Alumni
They said you can't change the world with poetry.
I was like, yes I can
And watch me now.
copyright 2003
Ghetto
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