The ghetto is a silly thing to fear
people scabbed into corners of buildings
trying to go on living
skeeved
you turn to run
suffocating on the scent of trash and weed
Loud music
we use it &
niggardly we
dance to the beat in the streets
shots ring hourly
like the clang of the Bell Of Liberty
ugly mugs hide
scarred childhoods
liberate yourself, leave if that’s all
you need to feel security
but believe you me
don’t think niggers
only reside
on the south side
of some city.
