Product of Ghetto Streets

Through time... Through time we've been defenseless Transitions to prisons Fornication with women, exchaning money from sinning. A blemish from birth A sentence. A curse. Dimensions that hurt and consistently burst Into images of belligerence and Visions of pain Bare witness the victims our children became. Shame and oppresion Misdirected aggression. Mentally affected, but told to accept it. Deceived from conception To bleed imperfections "Just believe the resurrection is destined to happen." Reparations for war times Crimes against humanity Holding tight to my sanity and this life my Lord granted me. Vanity and shame Tell me who can you blame When the bodies laying slain, all touched by the flames? Holes in the chest Bullet wounds to the flesh Foes to the death Why these souls can't rest?

Blessed but still stressing Clothed but still naked Told but sill reckless I hold for real progression.

Reality is just a dream like things that's rarely seen. Bended knees and broken dreams Brother please... Follow Me!!!

Come with me through all the tragedy And all the pain that gathers me All the shame that shatters me And all the rain that badgers me!

Believe me when I speak Deliver me from this beast Remember me when I sleep... A Product of Ghetto Streets!