raid roach spray
smelling all over this place
a man try to jack a old lady
until she pulled out the mace
so i went to the back of the room
but, then she called me back
she said ''will you give me those letter's up there by the sack
roach's was running out of the wooden crack's
i try to run to get away
but i seen the color black and gray
it was a hairy spider
sitting on a cup of lemonade.

that what you got to go though living in the ghetto
that what you got to go though living in the ghetto

this lady said go in the living room and watch some t.v.
i seen her son was playing with rat's
so i said man,that not healthy,then
all her folk over
tell down was the night
my cash got stolen ,never bid on the great game
called the gaterade fight
i mean rat's in the front room
bat's in the back
i had to cover my face with a sack
and hold a baseball bat
i had to keep my hand on my gun
cause a gangmember had me on the run
now i left in this living room waiting for a outcome
dam, my next step is living a bum.

that what you got to go though living in the ghetto
that what you got to go though living in the ghetto

a child is born with out a state of mind
blind to the way's of mankind
god is smileing at you but he frowning too
cause only god know what you go though
you can live in the ghetto
between love & hate
but all is a song that played is a poem of deep hate
the place's where you play is where you stay
look like one big alley way
where you used to ditch school
acting a fool
told the teach fuck your rule's
i guess it's best to drop out of high school
you was cold as hell
the way you fight
now today we never seen your sight
but now you was here
but now you gone
it's not nothing left for you at the end of this poem
so i guess you left alone......