Craig Mize

Freshman - 677 Points (06/17/1980 / gainesville GA)

Young Ghetto Nigga - Poem by Craig Mize

What do you know bout a trap house,
Bout them look out nigga's
And them bitches that can't hush their mouths.
What you know bout cooking dope,
What you know bout hustling with baking soda & wax
Or hustling with just plain soap.
What you know bout fliping money,
Staying up all night serving junkies,
Saying you can't get caught like the rest of these dummies.
What you know bout having your mind messed up
Almost like you are trapped in a maze,
And everytime you look in the mirror you see your dying days.
What do you know about being on the run
Being chased by them boys in blue with their badges & guns
What you know bout getting them silver bracelets slapped on you
Going to court standing in front cracker in a robe
Now he is going to tell you how much time you going to do
What do you know bout waking up before the sun shines
Standing in a straight line making sure your boots are shined
Screaming out 'Good morning sir. Good morning ma'am'
What do you know about not being able to eat when you want to
Go outside when you want to, sleep when you want to
You keep on talking bout what you going to do
But really what are you going to do?
The moral of the story is a simple one
There is nothing wrong with being from the ghetto
I'm from the ghetto but, just cause you are from the ghetto
Don't mean that you have to act like a ghetto nigga


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 21, 2011


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