this is my letter to the ghetto this is don't need to rock a red bottom stiletto shoes are already ready red in this motherfuking ghetto Dom's on the radio what are you brothers and dying you got all these sisters over here crying every weekend another c-spire is killing another brother what you desire is a corner worth death I will say this to my last breath no one should have to die when I watch a family that has to cry going back and forth chasing each other like it's a game of tag like no other do you think anyone wants to see this shit I think Chiraq needs to hear this too cuz Bobby Moore is just like you took too long to Spike Lee you know the system is rigged like Prince Rakeem they don't want to see a black man as the Supreme I feel you IM a white girl spit in this shit out I have no doubt don't know who's doing the killing you need to throw this shit away live to see another day ball up your fist like real men do do you want to end up like Park Biggie or Shmurda some of these people going down for murder so before they could see a glimpse of the Limelight song Light of a different kind this light was coming to steal their lifeline taken away by the law gun or knife it's either gel or death is that how you want to take your last breath this is my letter to the ghetto don't need to rock a red bottom stiletto this is my letter for the ghetto this think the corner or the wire this is real life I want to see stop killing put away the knife this is my letter to the ghetto I don't care if you can't sing rock this shit acapella with a falsetto standing in the projects fighting over government land one where you stand I would understand if you owned it rapping to a street beat holding out heat The Block is Hot it's always on fire of course you want to get out that's a desire standing too long start to perspire believe me you will expire rolling over just like a bald tire I only wanted a strike but I made a spare people pick on you cuz you're there in despair it's never just one it's always a pair you never want to hear you soft so you get gritty end up in a Cell accommodations courtesy of Baltimore City you don't want to end up in a Penitentiary due to the fact you was thinking Elementary choose your battles don't run from the war choose another way to settle the score my letter to the ghetto don't understand no more blind as a bat but I can still see the truth so much more than a runner or a corner man living in one lane your whole life politicians don't care all they do is stare you're employing a cop this it needs to stop this is exactly why I love hip hop this is my letter to the ghetto and I will never stop