Dead Poet's Society

It's easy to see why my aura's a little different
On a different path, different mission,
Whole 'nother drug asne kitchen same difference
Same battle same trenches missing death by inches
So many owe their lives to the game with interest
Hustle ridiculous raised in a metaphorical prison
Then shipped off to prison no one there to listen
Play the part of a hero when everyone calls him a villain
A ghetto victim trapped in a warzone
But there's nowhere else left to roam when you reside in a terrordome
Where terror is nothing more than a phone call to a cell phone
Telling you it's possible your son aint coming home
This is the concrete jungle the wild ways habitat
You tell me how you think you would survive ythat
A ghetto diction told from the point of view
Where a gun's pointed at you in broad day's view
Where your record can't hold any staples
Where the state troop hate you finding ways to degrade you
The place that raised you made you stay true
A product of the environment Dead Poet's Society