Jump into the ghetto with both feet and only take one out.

Fall in love with the hustle and discover what the people are about.

The stench and filth, struggle and setbacks, little kids with millionaire dreams. 

Adults grab at unrecoverable possessions.

Old folks need a reprieve from haphazard generations.

Always building their hopes on eternal things,

while sly pulpit talkers mac from Cadillacs,

Big bodies and white-walls.

Juke joints musty with smoky,

small rooms deliver enough energy for a city block.

If you don’t know you better ask somebody!

Easily understood lingo, one word could mean anything.

The ghetto home to real people,

a hurting people that always manage to survive.

Remember Katrina and continue to strive.