Ghetto Poetry

My heart bumping to the beat Bleeding through the night I'm reminiscing when I write With a clear picture Ghetto poetry,what's the meaning It's a way of life The way we living Raised from the mud By all means we gone eat Sticking to a strict code of no snitching Playing hop scotch around the grave Throwing rocks at the prison walls Middle finger to the law Index finger on the trigger Hood niggas doing what we want The fast life got my mama worried Grandma Alice so concerned about me Don't stress yourself Just pray for me The lord knows your son is money hungry I'm on my grind,I got an appetite Im obese,no body fat Having nightmares about snakes I've got to watch the same ones in my face That say they for me But I know that they ain't for me When I was down bad,they didn't have nothing for me F*ck y'all Not all of y'all But most of yall Suck a sick dick Until yo neck buss,yea Jump off the face of this earth head first Do me that favor My heart bumping to the beat Bleeding through the night I'm reminiscing when I write My heart bumping to the beat Bleeding through the night I'm reminiscing when I write My heart bumping to the beat Bleeding through the night I'm reminiscing when I write My heart bumping to the beat Bleeding through the night I'm reminiscing when I write This a product of the burg comming straight off the block Grade A that raw straight drop it in the pot Whip it up chop it up and serve it while it's hot Dope boys got the block so hot No love lost I'm looking for my mind instead I'm tired of searching I'm sticking to the plan instead Destiny patiently waiting I'm anticipating the confrontation Committed to the nation I've already accepted my fate Vibing with God every day Praying to the lord every night I guess I'm trynna get it right I'm surrounded by pussy with no hoes Real turning flaw Fake acting real It's time to rebuild Conrad it's on you E Man what it do Free my niggas asap Real niggas ain't ya dog no more Ya ole lady don't love ya no more Street niggas ain't sticking to the code no more The game ain't changing Niggas playing for keeps,they acting You can blame it all on them people My people bamming us too Yea my people bamming us too The words to this curse A lot of good niggas fall But you've got to stand strong and keep your head up This a product of the burg coming straight off the block It's a way of life The way we living My heart bumping to the beat Bleeding through the night I'm reminiscing when I write My heart bumping to the beat Bleeding through the night I'm reminiscing when I write My heart bumping to the beat Bleeding through the night I'm reminiscing when I write My heart bumping to the beat Bleeding through the night I'm reminiscing when I write