uploaded June 5, 2013.
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The Ghetto Ride
Kenneth J.
Keen Mountain Correctional Center
It all began one late night
You were with your friends
And I was with mine
I heard your voice and I
Turned around to check you out
From a distance I saw your
Bright eyes and your Kool Aid smile
For some reason I didn't like you
Nor did like you style
But a couple of weeks later
I was on a ghetto ride
I rode up and down
I rode back and forth
I kept telling myself
That I needed to get off
I slid from side to side
Closing my eyes at times
Sitting there thinking of one
More thing to try
Knowing I'm not supposed to cry
So when I reached the bottom
I just jumped off and said
Goodbye...
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