Every Ghetto

Bright right on his forehead, awakened by the lime Tryna fight utmost dread, "everything is fine", he said No sweat, as he made his way to dine No signs of parents, as he jets to get the tart Divided the marriage, yeah death did them apart Mama's out here working, two jobs, he hardly sees her She pleads with God that he isn't so harmed He marches. silently prays on surviving today A simple walk could get him popped by a nine from a waist Several his friends have faced the most grimiest lane No license or car, yet it drives him insane To stay true to his might, hold on for so long It's hard in doing right when all you've been taught is wrong No quitting even though that his living feels boxed He has ambition and hope of getting out of this block For every suburb, every city, every ghetto To every single girl that is living, every fellow No matter how hard the times, the crazy the climb Know there's always ways to shine, whether wide or very narrow This to every suburb, every city, every ghetto To every single girl that is living, every fellow No matter how hard the times, the crazy the climb Know there's always ways to shine, whether wide or very narrow (Forreal) And the sun shines The light giving him sight, Mom's removing the blinds looking bright, lunch is the only time he moved in line Crooked right? Nah, he just loves humorous times Father always out, working late, barely home Mama without a doubt, serving the plate, the kid knows That there's issues between the two, they choose to keep the ruse Of stability, at least until he leaves for school There he's always getting bullied by those who's deemed as cool Rarely a clown, yet even teachers think that he's a fool It's cruel, tomorrow's the same course again Can't tell you the number of times he's thought of forfeiting Feeling forced to endure his problems, both from school & home And yet he chooses to still smile and hold his own No quitting even though that his living feels boxed He has ambition & hope of getting out of this block For every suburb, every city, every ghetto To every single girl that is living, every fellow No matter how hard the times, the crazy the climb Know there's always ways to shine, whether wide or very narrow This to every suburb, every city, every ghetto To every single girl that is living, every fellow No matter how hard the times, the crazy the climb Know there's always ways to shine, whether wide or very narrow Everyone alive tends to meet a challenge, Life is of peaks and valleys The struggle don't seem to vanish, we hope for peace to manage Every city has their vices, it's mad I must confess Some are dying of thirst, others starving to death The stress can consume all, to keep completely bottled is hard No wonder most escape through drugs or alcohol Or to false prophets, skeletons in our closets That we all pocket, guess it helps to seek some solace Ironic, our differences is what makes us the same Distinct experiences but similar pain And joy, the void missing is some understanding But man we too stuck in our ways therefore take that for granted The fact is, we live different, from skin color to region To gender to rich & poor, from no to all religions Despite lives conflicting, we all wish to flock And have ambition and hope of getting out of our block For every suburb, every city, every ghetto To every single girl that is living, every fellow No matter how hard the times, the crazy the climb Know there's always ways to shine, whether wide or very narrow This to every suburb, every city, every ghetto To every single girl that is living, every fellow No matter how hard the times, the crazy the climb Know there's always ways to shine, whether wide or very narrow (Forreal)