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Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
Ghetto in the way I
Hide my troubles, my don't stink
Ghetto in the way I
Watch me groove, Imma my blues
in the way I talk

My auntie still give God the
Shot by the depository
Never heard one of stories
Permanent sadness, constant
22 grandkids, one
Turn the stove on cause we done with
Social workers don't sons with fathers
When they visit, people they tongue the hardest
programs, baccalaureate
Illinois, Texas,
a hand drum, half accordian
Eagle, phoenix, dragon,
Native American,
Made of black bones and obsidian
10 tall, not scared of any men
Might up but will not go flat
They do not know
They try to ask the kettle why the pot so
Maybe little in the but I got yo back

Secret buried in
it all down just to tear it up
What if there's a god but scared of us?
What if a god but it's scared of us?
So they up
They just sit and stare at us
What if there's a god but scared of us?
if there's a god but they scared of us?

My mama's
My eyes
that I
Don't
I'm fly
I'm big
And I did that
I did
And I'm a kid
And I'm old
I collect my blood in a mold
And forever
To the nth
Too
Too
In school
for work
Cause I stayed
I didn't go to
But they a plate
We don't say a
When they
Or god exists
Or Masons pray to an obelisk
I got the gist
The abyss
Of the knowledge is
I the angles
How they
particles do not commit, come on

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
Ghetto in the way I
Hide my my shit don't stink
in the way I talk