Ghetto

Mindless rich girl, I heard you calling your phone ghetto
You don't have a clue of the true meaning of this word, you know
Is your phone a neneighborhoodf factories and high-rises?
Consisting almost wholly of ethnic minorities
Trapped in the only place they can find with affordable Housing prices
Hated by the white majority
Desperately poor
Yet some how low in political priority
When we were promised more

Is your phone a place of high crime?
With no spark or shine
Amongst the dirt and grime
A place that when it comes to the hope of a better day
There's nothing to serve as a positive sign
No matter how much we pray
almost Every day

Is your phone run-down and destitute?
Where the richest man is the pimp of a prostitute
a place where people steal
Their own neighbours houses, just to survive, they have to lute
How do you think that would feel
Where people murder
To keep themselves alive
And enhance their reputation further
In order to survive
In your message you say ''lol''
Meaning laugh-out-loud
To entertain a crowd
While we are being an item of amusement
As well as trying to fight gang movement
Each and every day
While you are laughing
1-by-1 we are passing away

Is your phone full of failing schools
In a place that isn't totally full of fools
Its because we don't have the right tools
We've been failed by a nation
This is why a lot of us end up on probation
And not been given the inspiration
And having a feeling of institutionalisation

Is your phone full of non-white people?
Trying, and failing to climb the steeple
All of us were born to families who are poor
Some people are here to escape a war
Having to struggle and strife
For the promise of a better life
But found little change
Still to stay safe they carry a knife
Still in range
Of one mans gun
This unfortunately is not much more fun
Than their own country that is war torn
And to go with that
The racism and you know who it will be aimed at
From the people and police
And they came here for peace
As a part of the increasing minority
like the rest
They will be put to the test
By being condemned to live outside of society
While you complain
You have no idea of our despair and pain

Is your phone a place where no-one can get a job
It's not whether you're fat or thin
But the colour of your skin
And the faith you believe in
Where others would sob
In order to continue
We find strength from within
Even though we have no hope to pin

is your phone a place where as you walk down the street
You have to keep sharp on your feet
If you don't have a gun
Then just be ready to run
A place when you cannot leave your home after dark
Because gangs are patrolling the streets and park
Burning people and cars
Whilst wielding planks and bars

What we are seeing is the damage done by governments gone by
They said they would give us a prosperous life
The secrets out
It was a lie
The people of the ghetto and their suffering is one thing no-one cares about
There's nothing here for us now
But depression
Because of repression
With no way of free expression