Ghetto Poems

Ma hood

Ghetto Poem: My hood ma radI have no airMy mum don't get meWhen I'm thereMa ppl lie and play the gamesWho fucking whoAnd put to jailRoad is like thisSome crazy wayShit comes aroundWhen u are near

GG

Ghetto Poem: Stronger then ever Higer everyday Ain't no tears Ain't no blame Feeling happy Living my life Any bitch wanna try me??? Better stay a side Nothing can do me Ithere to break meWhen GGs

Street girl praying

Ghetto Poem: I saw a girl in churchShe stended on her kneesShe was praying to God To give health to her kidsShe was saying sorry For the life she livesAnd begging for forgivenessFor all bad that she didShe

ghetto spirit

Ghetto Poem: IT CAN BE HARD IT CAN EVEN COME TO WORSEBUT MAY GHETTO GOSPELALWAYS PROTECT UR ROADIF U ARE STRONGIN HEARD AND OPEN WITH SOULGHETTO SPIRIT WILL NEVER LEAVE U ALONEIT WILL ALWAYS SHOW THE RIGHT

PRISON FRUSTRATION

Ghetto Poem: MAN THIS SHIT AINT FOR NO REAL WOMEN LIKE ME,IM IN JAIL AND GOT 2 YEARS HOW CAN THAT BE?,MAN THIS SHIT IS CRAZY CAUSE ALL THIS BULLSHIT THIS IS THE ONE PLACE YOU CAN'T LET OUT YOUR FRUSTRATION,I SEE YOUNG WOMEN IN HERE DOING 12 TO 16 FUCK THAT EVEN LIFE MAN THIS SHIT IS CRAZY,ALL A YOUNG LADY LIKE M

The Thug Life

Ghetto Poem: what the fuck is wrong with my man? Coming home when the fuck he wants! "i'm sorry baby" while he rolls up another blunt "you know aint no clock-out time, not on this grind" "i really aint tryin

Gangsta Girl...

Ghetto Poem: Like Maya “I am a woman Phenomenally” I know that I am a real “G” So much more than a Gangsta Girl It’s way more than me in diamonds and pearls Like Gangsta Boo, “I’m a lady who be keepin it r

-CRANK DHA WEEZY WEE {REMIX}

Ghetto Poem: Tired Of Bitches Hatin Young Neka Baby Yeah da boo ^ in dis hoe, bout to sin dez hoes some more. she talk shit get split in her nose, now she froze . tell her CRANK THAT GET LYK ME (YAH) (x2)

-STILL STAND'N

Ghetto Poem: FEELZ LYK I HAD A DRASTIC CHANGE, 2 YRZ 4RM NOW I WAS N SO MUCH PAIN. I LOST DHA DESIRE 2 BREATH, Y YOOH ASK??? CUZ I WAS DYING EMOTIONALLY. NOT KNOWIN WAT 2 DO, I TOOK LIL STEPS 4WARD 2 M

-KILL EM 4 FUN

Ghetto Poem: STYL'N ON YA SWAGG {THINK U BAD?} BYTCH U SAD UR LAME 7 DAYsZ OF DHA WEEK LYK REALLY WHO KNO U N DEsZ STREETsZ??? MIMIC'N DHA REAL WANT'N TEW KNO HOW IT FEEL LYK MAH HAIR U STAY PRESS'D N LOS