ghetto fairy tale

I grew up with gun shots on the streets every day,
Where i came from wasn’t the most pleasant place to stay,
Kids shot, parents cry, as their favourite sons die,
I swear even at summer times the outside world can seem so cold,
We concern our self with all this financial problems that are foretold,
While at the same time children starve and houses are blown up in Gaza,
I get on my knees i bleed tears oh Allah,

Please put an end to the suffering of the populace,
My knee’s bleed as i breathe in the bad pollution cause by the city life,
The government that kill the innocent are the ones, who feed us with lies,
Am sick at the fact that all i can do is pull pain out my chest through my mouth in the form of words,
On a lonely road to heaven, will i make it after seen so many suffer and worse?
Frightened i turn and run to the cliffs from ocean view look at the world,

There isn’t a difference between me and you,
Diffidence of being a life saver always remains,
The war for the promise land Province has begun,
The evil’s are not coming they’ve been here for a long time,
Lives on these streets are so hard,
The things seen felt and experience can leave you mentally scarred,
All you seem to see are people with frozen hearts,
And its frightening one look from the 911 you can be for life behind bars,

Knees on the floor hands in the sky,
Imagine so much pain you wish you could die,
Imagine looking into your friend’s eye’s as he bleeds to death,
Imagine saying forever bye,
Imagine your mother in your arms taking her last breath,
I used to run around this city wondering why,
But i came to realise that this world is nothing but a test a trial,
So i walk around with faith in my soul,
I now know the difference between the good and those that are vile

Walking through a street where little red riding hood got kidnapped and raped,
A place where Pinocchio is raised to let his nose grow,
Who knows what snow white is up to anymore?
The hunchback is on cocaine,
The worlds losing it, it’s gone insane,
Simba got murdered yesterday for his chain,
He didn’t know about the UK urban streets he was fresh of the boat,
The sight was sickening seeing his body in the river barely able to float,
I come from a place where Minni mouse gave Mickey HIV,
He couldn’t take it so he sliced her throat in the morning around three,
Neighbours heard nothing,
All police could do as start bluffing,
No witnesses,
Body chopped up dumped in a nearby trash canister,
Goofy’s a drunk alcoholic father beats his wife and son every day,
They want to leave him but they don’t know who to talk to where to go and what to say,
Imagine the scenery.

I live in the terror of ghetto Disney
The Warnabrothers of horror full of lunacy,
Let’s search for the happy ending if there is one,
Let’s watch the rose grow out the concrete when the fairy tale is done,
No more shootings, no more beef, no more murders, no more greave,