Slam Poetry

Ghetto

Inspired by: Lupe Fiasco

Poem by: Harrisen Pike

The ghetto is the poorest part of town

Nobody spends money on “em”

Charities’ may help out but don’t do enough

People come around

Just to help us out “thanks”

But, I was once that little boy

Lost and terrified of the world

But now I’m on a world tour

And I hope

Your son aint have a gun

And never be a D-boy

The show goes on all “right”

I’m unaffected by them threats

But, don’t let nobody play me boy

If you are my homeboy you never have to please me

But, just remember

When you come up

The show goes on all right

(Pause)

1 in the air for the people aint there

2 in the air for the kids in the ghetto

3 in the air for the kids that don’t wanna be there

None in the air for the people trying to hold “em” back

The show goes on all right

I would even start a world war

For them ghetto boys and girls

I’m running round the world for

“Ya” the show goes on all right

No matter what you’ve been through,

No matter what you’ve seen

When you look out your window

Green grass or brown grass

Picket fence or barbwire

Never ever put “em” down

Just lift your arms higher till your arms tire

Let them now that your there

Struggling ya!

Aint nobody leaving aint nobody going

              Even if they turn the lights out the show still goes on ya!