Ghetto Bile

Ghetto Bile

There's a prevalent belief that ignorance is bliss
True to form mouth suites mood and
From the hole will spew such filth
Perhaps one time, with open mind
Instructions given with good intent
Was misconstrued, the child confused
Il-formed, ill-mannered now
To the world face with contempt
You'll find them mostly at the front line
They serve you food, give you a drive
Within the government taunt us with long lines
No friendly faces, no friendly smiles
Filled with ashes of hopes they've left behind
Long ago they did believe
The world was theirs, they could achieve
Such wealth, such fame, popularity
Without one ounce of ingenuity
So flock they must with boulder chips
To order taking, loud clatter of dishes
The stone so heavy, rest on their hips
Yet, those who know take it in stride
Their lowly wages, limited lives
Hardly allows for much joy...And so they lie
Telling themselves their better than the rest
Will hold this falacy to their chest
Through tinted shades they do contrive
To flaunt, display their Ghetto BIle
Yes in all races there's evidence
Constant displays of discontent
Take heart, its brief those times you receive
Verbal abuse and eys that seethe
So walk away with a great big smile
Perhaps you'll wave a friendly goodbye
Because you know that when you do
Your hustle for living will see you through
Without hate or jealousy consuming you.