Sometimes it gets hard for me to see beyond these ghetto walls
The idea of freedom gets lost inside these red brick walls
We watch Brothers, Sisters, Mothers, and Fathers get chained and carried away
In the middle of chasing freedom.
Dreams get lost in these walls but I refuse to let that happen to mine.
I won’t allow my dreams to be pushed aside
To dry up,
as if they were a raisin in the sun. Or allow my dreams to be deferred.
So instead of becoming a another ghetto story I’m looking to become a ghetto glory
Reminding kids of what exists beyond these red brick ghetto walls.