Ghetto Grace

Amazing grace
the thoughts profound
but it couldn't have been
meant for me

cause I'm still a slave
in U.S.A.
like Chicken George and
Kissy

and all my troubles, toils,
and snares have made me
hard and numb

that's why I'm bugging
tired of struggling
thinking about mugging
just so i can have a few
crumbs

Grady baby
to a crack head lady
left me three hours after birth

mama still fein'in
bleeding as she's
leaving
left me alone on this earth

don't know myself
so i can't know anyone else
now I'm a ward of the state

at night i cry
cause there's no answer to why
so i learned early how to hate

a child of five
trying to survive
juvenile delinquent i become

with hate i'm filled
gotta control the will
and not repeat what i'm from

but now at fifteen
i blend with the scene
white tee bandana tied

cause as a thug
or corporate slug
future bleek from this side

so lord i have but one
thing to ask since i'm poor
and i'll never be free

all that grace
you give to somebody else
could you shine just a little on me