Ghetto Poems - Poems about Ghetto

I'm a Ghetto clown, a fool for the cash/ Juggling dreams while the world does a dash/ If laughter's a crime, then call me a crook/ I'll steal your frown with a single look/ They call me a lamb, said, Take the fall/ But I laughed so hard, I shook the hall/ Crucify me? Sure, but here's the thing/ I'll go out...

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i wish i didn’t* but i have to get across town so off i go taking the bus that drives through a nasty ghetto i’m shocked as i look out the window to see several dismal characters i can’t imagine the misfortunes that has brought them there they’re low, they’re high or maybe that's just their life being low in between their high houses so...

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To you I dedicate The visual hazards At you a post Bailing water And ima float Sam tha ghosted Ships end blisters China bone, scandinavian romes Too the beautiful i dead, i kate Lovely little irish twisters Cant sake Im four’d ...

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I walk a lonely road as a ghetto pitbull/ With pride and honor, I'll always have a fistfull/ I don't take no bull from anyone or any spirit/ I never had no one to feed me, I eat off the land/ Back against the wall, paws on the concrete/ Living life fast with my mask, trick or treat/ My life isn't...

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I've never been in a war zone but one time I got lost on my way to wriggly field ending up in a tilted, burned-out ghetto. A cherry pulled me over for being out of place and said leave asap for it wasn't very safe. The ballgame was sold out so, my girl and I went to the zoo instead. All day...

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Ghetto life I live in a nice place, an amazing capital – the end of my brain My past is not a flower garden, but not too bad – dreamy man I lived in another country until 2008 - was only sad melancholic But I felt good, only the money was so bad – I loved my home Yes, it...

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Sitting on my fire escape reminiscing never forgetting my ghetto good TIMES! I remember those fetishesi often relished that and dis NEVER Dismiss any dimensions when it comes to dis VERNACULAR. I have learned exactly aand spectacularly! I speak I speak I speak GHETTO PROPERLY! I can not ever disrespect my BROTHERS my SISTERS...

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Have you read Pavel Friedmann's "The Butterfly"? I discovered it in a Children's poem book he only rhymes with the words "high" and "goodbye" its imagery gives the ghetto a close look Only dandelion flowers went to seed were we stuck there, we'd not pull them as a weed I painted a sun crying on a white stone a memorial for that...

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WONDER IF HEAVEN'S GOT A GHETTO Wonder if Heaven's got a ghetto, Where sinners & saints mellow, And unite with shinning hallow. The street glows golden yellow As we pray more grease to our elbow. Wonder if Heaven's got a ghetto, Where a villian turns a hero And becomes a new fellow. Wonder if Heaven's got a ghetto Where sinners & saints mellow.¹° Death's...

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Ghetto boy Ghetto boy born Ghetto boy live From grass to grace Ghetto boy grow Ghetto boy survived The ghetto never die Ghetto boy Born in the ghetto Grew in the streets Initiated by the brotherhood Blended by the game Spiritualised in Christianity Survived the hard life and left for my future My blessings of life is dedicated to the ghetto Cos...

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Born on a cold day with the moon shining on him at night, crying as a newborn child he saw the light. In a ghetto he screamed for the first time. He was raised happy as he could be without other chances, but fighting. Knowing nothing else, he learned that he was the best. He grew up strong, after being hit one day after the other, engaged...

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GHETTO ANGEL I'm always at peace yet I stick to my guns. Its paradoxical for my traits to take turns. Decipher the oxymoron in a peaceful worrier, No harmony or truce without wagging war. Peace to this young-hearted warrior without the sound of the riffles, despite emblems & scars of my past titles. Wipe your eyes and see it clearly 'cause the world's...

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The Mountains of the Dead I’ve seen the mountains of...

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Washing the sleep off my face, at me the sun smiled; Telling me it’s a brand new day A bright young day, a foot to start a mile And to gather my tools and make some hay Washing the dirt off my feet, my dreams jumped beguiled; Beamed with great expectancy, my joys aloft Enough strength to keep...

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Little ghetto girl so sassy and sanguine Afro puffs, old shaggy dress, and a big grin Rushing home from school to lend mama a hand The little shadow, learning womanhood firsthand An excursion outside before the lights begin to flicker Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker's man, ghetto laughs before dinner Hot Cheetos eating and Faygo Orange drinking Hot topics talking and little boys thinking Hopscotching...

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