Ghetto

Mama say "move," but they know I got it.
Bus stop crack, shoelace tied,
Kids on the stoop with the wild-look pride.
Rats in the alley, drums in my chest,
Still we step out dressed in our best.
Hands up, hands high, we don't fold, we don't lie.
Kick drum rolls through the night,
Turn that hurt into light.
Ghetto ghetto, we rise.
Ghetto ghetto, survive.
Ghetto ghetto, no shame.