I wasted away in Ghetto hell Too many horrors here to tell The Bloods, The Creps I look outside my window At late hours For it is more interesting then sleep Little children who smell of smoke Torn clothing, smeared with dirt Fight over food For it is may be the only food they get A little amount of everything Is what the Ghetto will let Father comes out drunken and unaware Children keep bickering Don't notice that he's there Dumbass realizes what's happening Out of it, oh yes he is Removes his belt from his pants Jeans sag down to his butt crack Beats them with his belt One too many times they have felt This pain They learn how to resist it No pleading No screaming No crying No escaping Just let the beatings go on And on And on When it ends Father grabs their food And eats it Then he walks away And goes rape mom The children sit there in silence They are very strong This happens a lot in Ghetto hell This crap goes on too long I look away Draw down the blinds on my window Sit on my bed emotionless Will anyone survive this Ghetto madness Will the Ghetto be stuck in this hell abyss Feel like a stranger in my dark, quiet room My head is full of emotionless gloom I stare at my blank ceiling And I waste away in Ghetto hell Once again