Title: The World Is A Ghetto
Artist: Timid
©2002

Sometimes, I look around and try and make sense of what I see
at the rotten plot of life unfolding around me
bold facts of untold acts of unpleasantry
commonly committed by the high class and peasantry
passed off with elegance by self defined vocabulary
allowing mildest acts of kindness to be deemed legendary
a very bleak outlook for the coming ages
we look to the money for knowledge and bypass the sages
whose your guru man? from where springs forth your will?
how fake is the one that has to remind you that he's real?
strength of man shallowly determined by his muscle
and the beauty of life reduce to nothing more than a hustle
to get the vain attention that is craved by the ego
conscious ruled by the id, iced to perpetrate the regal
how am I suppose to look up to cats that exist below me
show me, homey, that you're worth more than your rolley

"I gotta get mines" is the mantra of the many
scopin for the bills with no attention to the penny
delusions of granduer hindering the focused mind
watchin your back like danger only comes up from behind
watch your front, it's where the games are being played
and spoken up to be heard is how the message is conveyed
swayed by the opinions delivered by the antagonist
question the stated, there's no such thing as ghetto fabulous
just the ignorance of the ign'ant priding themselves on being ignorant
like a country with arrogance claiming the right to be belligerent
blame laid by the same that aspires to be the righteous
shamed as sons are slain in vain by the transpires of the bias
you tell me where it is in life that this does not apply
from corporate to government to an interpersonal lie
from divisions in religion to the decisions made for you and I
you say don't shed a tear but your actions say let them cry

Ghetto is a mind state as well as a place to dwell
permeating cultures giving cause to why they fell
on the brink of the last step of a thousand mile journey
that ends off a cliff but doesn't seem to concern the
hikers of the treck, concerned with techs and catching wreck
nose in someone else's funk keeping them in check
house in disarray but appearance set to shine
painting the picture of perfection but sprinkled with turpentine
petty concerns lead to hard lessons learned
calling yourself the greatest when the title wasn't earned
take a look at what your doing, pay attention to your actions
it all doesn't revolve around your personal satisfactions
double standard living, rules change on a whim
which doesn't apply to me because I'm better than him
advanced and civilized because upright is how we stand
posture doesn't protect from acting worse than Cro-Magnon man