MY HOME IS THE GHETTO
Location
There is no such thing as love
So I challenge life, I’m taking off the gloves.
Better get out of my way fool
Standin in front of me actin all cool
I ain’t swinging at you
But brother, you ain’t got a clue
I don’t care that you be but collateral damage to my rage
This book won’t ever have a final page
I passed the ghetto and heard a soonthing tone
Though I never left my white privileged home.
Cut me open, I look like a ghetto
But who will renovate this dark night of the soul?
I know my way around the streets of this ghetto
I feel at home
And I tell you, I stand alone.
There is no such thing as love
Nor the fulfillment of any wish from above
Cut me open, I look like a ghetto
But who will renovate this dark night of the soul?