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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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