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    The Getto

    written by: Corina Sepulveda
    category: WHATS LOVE WHEN YOU CAN'T HAVE IT?


    STRUGGLES ON THESE STREETS

    HIDDIN IN THE GETTO
    SO MUCH
    I WANT TO LAVISH
    BUT HERE OH SO
    LITTLE.

    WHEN DISCOVERIES
    WERE MADE
    IT WASEN'T
    ME TO BE SAVED,IT WAS THE GETTO THAT TOOK
    MY HOPE AND FAITH.

    GOT TO MAKE SOMETHING
    OUT OF NOTHING
    HERE WHAT WE LIVE THROUGH
    ISEN'T FAKE TO HIDE IS TO LOSE
    ALL RACE

    WHEN IT CAME TO OTHERS
    SO FRESH AND SO CLEAN
    THIER LIFE WAS SOMETHING
    I COULD NEVER BEAT

    MOST ARE ASHAMED BECAUSE
    THE TRUTH HERE LOOKED STRANGE
    AND ITS US TO BE BLAMED

    BUT THE RAIN SET LOSE
    GIVING ME ABUST
    BLENDING IN WITH MY TEARS
    MOST COULDN'T SEE MY FEARS

    FOR ME LIFE WAS REVERSE
    NO FAMILY NO LOVE AND IT HURT

    IF YOU WERE TO WIPE
    YOUR EYES
    AND SEE WHATS HIIDIN IN THE GETTO
    DEAD CHILDREN POEPLE MOST WITH NOTHING
    ITS US WHO STRUGGLE AND ITS YOU WE NEED

    IF YOU CARED YOU'D COME TO SEE IT
    CLEARLY
    I HOPE TO REACH THE LIGHT BEFORE
    ITS RUEND
    NOT TO SHOW WEAKNESS AND TO KEEP LOSING

    WHO SAID THE STRUGGLE WOULD STOP?
    THE GETTO WILL NEVER BEAT ANY CASE
    TO REACH THE TOP
    IN ARE LIVES WE ROT
    AND MOST HERE ARE BOUGHT

    DONT MATTER WHAT WE GOT
    TO SAY
    TRY TO SPEAK FREEDOM OF SPEACH
    BUT IN THE END IT NEVER CHANGES
    A THING

    THE GETTO WILL
    NEVER ERASE
    BUT IT WILL REMAIN THE
    SAME
    TO MAKE IT BETTER GOT TO
    REACH HOME BASE
    BUT YET LEAVES US LOST IN A MAZE
    NO GOOD THINGS NO FAME

    TELL ME WHEN YOU SEE A LITTLE
    CHILD REACHING IN THE
    GARBAGE FOR SOMETHING TO EAT ANT IT SAID?
    SEE US CLEAN EACHOTHER WITH THEM DIRTY RAGS

    AND IF YOU WERE TO SEE
    BEHIND EVERY GARBAGE
    YOU'D FIND A CHILD IN NEED
    WAITING AND WAITING JUST LIKE ME

    MOST DEAD OR LOCKED AWAY
    TO KEEP A CLOSE FRIEND
    WOULD YET FADE AWAY

    HOPING I GET DISCOVERED
    NOT DEAD ON THESE STREETS
    TO GO BACK HOME WOULD BE ANOTHER
    BEAT

    I REFUSE TO GIVE ALOT
    BECUASE
    I HAVE SO LITTLE
    I WAS NEVER FIRST NOR IN THE MIDDLE
    BUT ALWAYS LAST
    TO OTHERS
    I WAS FAKE WEARING A MASK

    IVE MADE MASTAKES
    BUT SO HAS EVERY ONE ELSE
    SO WHY DONT THEY GET BEAT T
    AND LEFT WITH WELTS?

    I HAD NO CHIOCE BUT
    TO LIVE IN THIS WAY
    AND FOR NO SAVIOR
    I TAKE THE BLAME

    I HOPE BEFORE THE WORLD
    FINDS ITS PEACE
    IT FINDS PEACE
    OF THESE WARS WE FACE
    ON THESE STREETS




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