Can\\\'t escape the ghetto!!!

They once called me the poster child

For under privilege kids in my  hood

My family was poe as it gets

We were traditional folk

Liking grits, hard fried ham shank,

Candy yams, in Chicken necks

Poe folk food to the masses 

Expensive Couture of wonderful 

Flavors,  for whom would die for this

Way of life

  I have grown to love where I have begun to

Grow as a man, where I have eaten food out of

My bare hands like a Cannibal 

Would of human flesh 

I understood of being poe 

It's an addicting lifestyle 

That you could learn to love

If that is your thing 

That's why those whom are

Mentally in slave 

By its rich culture 

Cant  Escape the ghetto