Ghetto isn’t an image, ghetto is a mentality, <br />Living up to an image that isn’t you, <br />Is what will cause your fatality, <br />I look at your weak anatomy and into your eyes <br />They have been glamorized <br />By media lies and rich hip hop lives <br />While people living there are barely alive <br />Ghetto I f*cking hate that word <br />Conjures up images of fake b*tches following the herd <br />But that’s your mentality not mine <br />And ours isn’t his <br />The one who got pissed at you <br />And let loose with his fists <br />Maybe he took offense to the way u act living like you do <br />Saying you got it hard but in reality you haven’t got a clue <br />Not even the slightest inkling what its like to live the blues <br />I hope you take my advice but that’s up to you to choose <br />So know when to loose it and when to stay calm <br />Add a lil charm and if u lucky you won’t come to harm <br />And if you do it won’t be me breaking your arms <br />I got my own qwarms to think about <br />Don’t need blood as well as paint on my garms<br /><br />Kaspa Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fake-mentality/
