A fairytale in the ghetto exists only in the mind
Your mind can be free but that body's intertwined
With the grit, the dirt-murky shadow's from your past
Shackled to a life of poverty, there is no aftermath
A ghetto fairytale is contradictory to the ideal
just because i have dreams doesn't mean I won't steal
I'm hungry, i'm needy, i'm starved so i'm greedy
I'm strong, i'm cute but that doesn't stop me bleeding
Fairytale's are a mind fuck-give em to charity
Between those fables & my life there's a huge disparity
The fact i can't bring them closer, surely a calamity...
How do i turn fantasy into a reality?
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