In my eyes, not enough trying to find love in the ghetto...

I don't understand why so many people always try to say the ghetto is so bad
You know what I'm saying?
It's not the ghetto that's bad, but it's the people that's in the ghetto that make the ghetto bad
There's so many foundational lessons to be learned in the ghetto, even spiritual lessons
I guess it's best described like this...you know what I'm saying?

As a child, I despised and prayed to get away
Deprived of early riches, deceived by evil gang
Grew blind over the years, saw crime as escape
Participation of your innocence taken
Contemplated due to the situation
My time in your presence was limited by parental discretion of living standards
My Gladys - case was packing at night, to leave the pits in route to Douglas, Georgia, on the midnight train
While the same circumstances made my people maintain, never complain
Sporting women gave our name ghetto fame
Sustained foundational lessons of life that I obtained
Though tribulations and trials came wisdom in everything
By the guidance on the Lord and his Spirit, through my Brahma
Believing in his provision when living
Deliver drama, still the saga continues in inner-cites 'cross the nation, as hatred is created from residential placement
Everybody want to blame her, 'cause their pride ain't the same as they was when the protested she was last in the game
See, the pain that she inflicts is lost respect of the past, when it was rude to never speak or walk across other's grass
Hustle neighbours just to take out their trash, rake leaves, or washing cars instead of bawling for cash
Hurt the penal soul government, supplication's a curse put in reverse
Producing people who despise its worth
Since my birth, I been exposed to many cultures of Earth
But none have left impression like perfection of the ghetto
If you can understand what I'm saying there, you with me
Yo, Phoebe

I see beneath the grief as crime increase
My mind release sorrow on this in peace
Left behind for tomorrow like ancient Greek
I seek along the street filling with horror
Like a faucet, we leak
Some say we lost it in the street
The man above see the tragedy beneath the glow
Imagine me with no capacity for ghetto love idol
Rappily enforce for a better source throughout the south, east, west, and the north
I suggest we come forth with Grits to rectify our crucial conflict
Connect the wire fulltime, it's mine to split
But don't forget: all through the terrorism, vandalism, there's wisdom
But all you hear is negatism and their criticism
If we reconstruct the mind of the blind, so let the untold unfold
Ghetto love in bold
See, a place I never let go is the ghetto that inherited
The R. Pope be scared of it, and don't know
And we can transfer from a blur, vision endure and make the right decision
Happiness will occur, we'll be a team at home in Douglas Ga.,
My ghetto love, my ghetto stay in my heart 'til my dying day
I pray ghetto love