this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, and <br />i whole new set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregnant night, <br />and brokerness, and drugs that bite, <br />and the moon, and the moon turns into glass. <br />this ghetta got its own blood, and guns, <br />and different time zone, and the moon, <br />and the moon turns to glass <br />this ghetto got its own bed, <br />and a night light that looks like the moon, <br />and the moon, and the moon turns into glass,<br /><br />david gerardino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-45/
