Surviving the Ghetto

Surviving the Ghetto

Trying to stay alive

In this place called the ghetto.

Everywhere you turn

Babies having babies

Friends dying over twisted lies,

In this place

Called the ghetto.

I wonder to myself

Will I make it through the day?

When there are drive-bys on every street

Innocent people loose their lives

Trying to survive the ghetto.

Trying to survive the heartbreak and the heartache.

As I awake out of my sleep

To see red and blue

Shine through my bedroom window.

I jump to the blinds to see,

Its right next to me.

A kid got shot because of mistaken identity

You can hear a mother’s screams fill the streets.

Why, Lord why,

Another child who won’t succeed

Who won’t live to see their dreams fulfilled.

Just trying to live and survive this ghetto.

Her child is gone

Another life, another soul,

But this time

Only five years old.

How do we stay a live?

When danger comes and knows down our doors

Doing a drive by

Not caring who lives or who dies,

Trying to survive the ghetto.

Tell me.

Do you now understand a ghetto cry?

I’m living to stay alive

To survive this ghetto

And to tell of its Silent ghetto cries.

Copyright ã 2010 by Darlene Danaby