I walk with a twist, when I talk I always express my words through my wrist.
I wear my clothes skin-tight make sure my hair and nails are just right.
Because, I was born with a ghetto mentality

I’m more than my walk; I’m more than my skin-tight clothes. I’m hurting inside.
I use these things as my way to hide.
But, all you see is that I was born with this ghetto mentality.

You filled my head with your nonsense
I believed your words as if you were God sent.
Who can I run to when my world is crashing?
No one because it feels like my heart takes the thrashing
But, it’s ignored because I was born with this ghetto mentality

Now I cherish my daydreams because they dissolved all my midnight screams.
I wear this smile you adorn even though the number of heartbreaks I’ve had made me feel like a whore.
I endure my days without fears because my eyes have seen too many tears.
This made me happy because I was born with a ghetto mentality.

The streets take me in with open arms, giving me this false sense of protection from the worlds many harms.
You made me feel like I deserved less, so I took what you gave and settled for less.
I only focused on your good because; I was born with a ghetto mentality.

Your mind is filled with nothing more than fortune and fame and only focusing on your material gain.
Your mind and my mind is not the same, as I sit here trying to ignore the pain.
Where were you when the sunsets on my paradise?
Probably in corner with your boys throwing dice.
I looked it over because; I was born with this ghetto mentality

I’m here alone my mother was right; the streets can not comfort me at night.
The streets took my fears but couldn’t dry my tears
It turned my frown upside down but treated my heart like a clown.
The streets gave me daydreams, but also gave me horrors that made me scream.
I took it all because I was born with a ghetto mentality

I’m getting older and the streets are getting colder
Breath is getting harder to come by; I think I just heard the street sigh.
My breath has caught in my chest, I’m not really sure what’s going to happen next
My heart is beginning to race , it cant keep beating at this pace
My heart is starting to crack, I now know there’s no going back.
My ribs have all shattered moving together it sounds like nosy chatter.
I lay here in the streets broken with not even a good luck token.
I wonder will they even write my name on a stone because, I was born with a ghetto mentality but I died alone.