We have to pass through here <br />Everytime we go to grandma's side, <br />The ghetto gives us all a scare, <br />But still, we continue to ride. <br /> <br />We make sure to get up at dawn, <br />So we can leave early to go, <br />And we ride throughout the morn, <br />Taking it easy, taking it slow. <br /> <br />It won't be long 'til we get out of here, <br />But it's okay, it's still afternoon, <br />The end of this hell must be near <br />And we'll be by grandma soon. <br /> <br />Me and Mom hold hands tight, <br />And look up to God in the sky, <br />Because now it's turning night <br />And we pray that we don't die.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-riding-through-the-ghetto/
