Ghetto Songs

On my way to work
The words coming strong
On my way to teach
But the more I'll learn
Tantamount to things
In my horrid dreams
Beneath trees I'd attempt to sleep
But there are no leaves

See it on their faces
All that we've become
A people who've forgotten
Their past underneath the sun
Tantamount to things
We once sang and dreamed
Beneath the trees I'd hide
But there are no leaves

Left with ghetto songs
For my misery
Left with ghetto psalms
For some company
Coupled with my qualms
That there are no trees
Underneath where I can dream
With shading leaves

On my way to learn
Today's history
I'll see it on their faces
The complacency
Tantamount to things
In my silent scream
Echoing so loud
On these leafless trees

Left with ghetto songs
To succeed my being
Left with ghetto psalms
To release these things
I am left to dream
In my homecoming
Where I'll rest beneath the shade
Of my completed trees
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