Just finished this poem and wanted to share it as soon as I was done... do enjoy
Ghetto Yout Song
I mean no disrespect
But wat de fuck do you expect?
Dis is de truth
An nothin’ but de truth
Tings jus too damn hard for de youts
Went to de bank to take a loan
De officer ah watch me up and down,
Like I come tief at his home.
Jus tell me I cyah get de money
Instead of pretending every ting nice
Dis not no land of milk and honey.
How dis poor ghetto yout
Ah get collateral, ah get land paper?
De man gimme de run around,
De system send me a rob an tief,
Cuz I tell him a Pound mi born
Ah Roseau me come from.
Where de bed of roses?
So nothing for de poor, black yout?
Best I tief a ting for true,
Sell a pack or two.
Is dat de system ah send me to do.
There’s anger in my voice,
Cuz I doh have a damn choice
Dey pushing me against de wall,
All I can do is scream an bawl
Hoping someone will hear my call.
Someone, come to my rescue
Lead me from dis place, so destitute.
Is not like I want to commit a crime
But dere might jus come a time,
When that’s all I can see
As my way outta dis misery.
I need to help myself,
Somebody tell me what’s next
What should I expect?
When all I want is some real respect!!!