Growing up in the ghetto

I pushed the pedal to the medal

Thinking the drama was cool

Fighting was smooth

I was a fool 

To believe that was true

Moving to the burbs

I learned to kick that to the curb

Now I reach for the stars

Hope the drama looks far

Pursuing my dreams

By any and all means

A defense attorney

Is whom I shall be

Encouring the youth who used to be like me

Never to become my old self