G.H.E.T.T.O.

G.H.E.T.T.O.

Sitting and reminiscing over the good old days,

Nothing but vibrant joyous moments

With every cedi spent,

Just to make sure our economy isn’t at stake

But what do we have here,

Slum packed buildings, worse it is, called the ghetto

Putting posterity into a state of fear,

This time the truth is getting told

Watch the homeless struggle,

A family has to eat

No place to sleep or breathe,

They pick crumbs of food on the streets, once it sparkles

Here they are stuck in the prisons,

They got to do what they have to do

Doing life plus fifteen,

Can’t find a better way to breakthrough........

Nothing much to say, I just wonder why we give the dog a bad name and hang it. As Yaa Pono, a Ghanaian musician would say, "We bad, nobody bad".