Product of the Ghetto by Roderick D.W.
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Started by In Rod We Trust
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Nov 2004
Hes the product of a broken rubber and a broken home
Lookin for someone to love him cuz hes all alone
Nigg rollin a blunt to get back in the zone
Cuz once he get high all his problems gone
Yea he rob and **** cuz thats all he knows
He needed easy money so he started pimpin hoes
He 17 wit no education you kno how that goes
So he just rolls another blunt and forgets his woes
He tried to do right but Gods his only witness
His brother in jail and his sisters strippin
His lil brother got shot and he cant forget it
So he **** back the nine and gets back to bizness
The people who supposed to help dont failed this ****
He makin money now but thier money bigga
They said they gonna make life better how you figure?
So he puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigga.......
I am definitly feeling this poem. It paints a picture of reality
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King_J wrote:I am definitly feeling this poem. It paints a picture of reality
