The projects

ghetto life,

no one sees us

in poverty we die.

Depair

who really cares?

they always blame us

for ending up here.

 

They judge how we live

but they don’t know,

food stamps, welfare

that must be our life.

I could wear a sackcloth,

to appease the masses.

Look how they dress

better than most,

cell phones they own

taxes they drain.

 

Moochers; lazy

they live off a check,

they must sleep all day

wasting their time.

They take from us

so they could live big.

They never see

not that they care,

they just assume

we’re all project rats.