You have become a ghetto baby and so dramatic.
Running after boys time and time again.
Thinking you got the life.
So hip funky fresh.
Turning daddy’s little girl into everyone’s prize trophy.
We all had our share of ups and downs and twists.
Fighting to make it through the night.
Waiting for that day we don’t have to worry about having no food, late bills or the kicks with the holes patched.
But you…
You got it all…
All twisted, make it harder than a maze in coloring books.
You can’t take the ghetto or life out of one but you can make it better.
Make yourself that one man’s prize trophy.
Be a ghetto baby with her head on knowing everything’s gonna be o.k.
Leave the tricks on the corners and put yourself on track with knowledge.
Never let them see you blackout…
Because they become the better man.
Legal or illegal it’s a win; win bet on you.
Worse than a cure but at least you get to live and better than aids because you get the chance to lead the blinded in this sick sad of a world.
Cause a riot…
And bring it back…
Lay it smack down in the middle…
Set the lies on fire and get back your dignity.
Set yourself to a beautiful image…
Making sure you keep away from them corner boys.

For me I could see Fergie singing this complete with the Black Eyed Peas..

Live to know you are special, no-one else is better than you.
GOD loves you and everyone who you have ever met has been in some way touched by your presents...and then the rest of your life just falls into place as you prove everyday that YOU control your every breath.

Very nice write and welcome to our zoo of minds and finds,wink,lol