A day is coming when no more shall be ghettos
This I believe in as I cross the puddle into our house
A day when products from here will be real men
Judged by their character rather than background
A day when street families wont be considered so
And skyscrapers erect tall in places of rusted tins
Though we run now at the mere sight of a street police
And stealthily creep on our way from the shops
A day is coming when our very own will be in the forces
And my own the commander in chief
A day when all men celebrate the ghetto
And sing of its successes and achievements
A day is coming when no longer shall we see
Patches of mud with holes stealing a view of the inside
Or worry of stepping on ordure as we stroll
Or keep on hopping to escape sewage
Neither shall we see naked protruding little bellies
A day when them from the slums shall be considered human
These are just but the dreams of a young boy
Staring into the future of the unknown with much hope
Wishing that he could bring together different classes
To see the beauty and abundance of the ghetto
And bring a revolution in the mindset of many
Will you be part if that revolution too?
Chris Is The Guy 