Ghetto Story

Young boy all on his own, trying to claim his throne. Dodging everybody throwing stones. They hate him because he’s gifted, different and ain’t focused on get lifted. So school he never missed it, black kid who’s punctual and functional. Never thought he’d see the day. Put on that cap and gown thought he’d be gunned down hearing them sirens. You’re a king put on your crown and where that shit with pride. Lead by example youngin, too many of his people living but ain’t alive. Prosperity seems closer still live in the hood OGs want him gripping a toaster but he be like “no sir.” Little did he know they wanted him dead and the boy was broke they’re the ones getting that bread. See hatred runs deeper than envy. The fact he was about to make it out made them wanna grip that semi. Money can’t solve all your problems dope boys still felt empty. One day when he was walking home after school he got approached by some young fools. Gripping tools but they chopped it up him playing it cool. Followed him into that pissy elevator. Hoodies on, cameras watching it’s either now or later. Now he knows something strange because they didn’t press a floor. Heard a cock before he could turn back his brains on the wall. Now this fucked up because he stayed to himself. Crabs in a barrel syndrome for me this really hit home. Like all this because a nigga stayed in his own lane. Just a lesson though life ain’t a game.