By Mike Phelps
Welcome to the ghetto
Let’s see how long you last
You’re being chased already
So you’d better move fast
A gun in your hand won’t make a difference
A blade won’t stop your death
All it will do is intimidate them
And cause your final breath
No one really gives a crap
Whether you started it or not
Every second is life or death
So watch your chest for that bloody spot
No one will lower a flag for you
No one will cry when you’re dead
You won’t even know it was your brother
Who shot you in the head
So stay here in the ghetto
Of course you can’t get out
But when you’re left for dead next week
Don’t ask what it’s all about
Kids killing kids
A gun in every hand
It’s a total stroke of fate
That leaves you face down in the sand.