I was stationed in Japan at the time and remembered listening to some of the marines talk about home and the things they went through. So I wanted to express a dab of what they talked about.
Walk in their world and see what they feel. Yes come see through the eyes of the Ghetto.
Open your eyes and roam with me
Come see what I must sometimes be
The hole in which we live are our prison walls
The ground we walk may cause our fall
If you walk the path then you will believe
Short lives for us was meant to be
They fight to survive through their pain
Those eyes sometimes driven insane
They reach for a way no matter what may be
Emptiness inside wanting a new reality
Unwanted heroes are always around
Filling their nights with devilish sounds
The hunger and thirst within
Cries for another day
When beauty of life occupies their game
A world misunderstood by those outside
But why, I ask. No ghetto eyes
Branded for where they live and breathe
Always out casts by a world that quickly deceives
Before you scorn try their shoes and walk a mile
See the pain, no feel the pain seen through ghetto eyes
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