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My sky is no longer blue but a mystical grey with faded clouds only formed by the end of a blunt
As my soul only dances to "hood-rat" music society calls hip-hop
fearing to walk with both ears plugged
for the streets around my neighborhood are labeled as "war zones"
fighting flying bullets with nothing but a dream and knowledge
stuck with no one to call, because 9-1-1 are the one pulling the triggers
I thought I was living on a earth but reality placed me in a system called "The Ghetto"
I had to grow up fast, for this world snacthed my innocence before I even got to live
Always wonder would life be much more easier without eyes
maybe then we could see how beautiful the world really is
for I know my beliefs isn't really that strong
so excuse me if I say I know God didn't color me black to be judged
I'm just thinking other people thoughts....
