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Welcome to the show, the traveling ghetto. No longer will the ghetto just be that slum that you keep your kids away from, that slum that you drive though pointing and gawking at. No longer will the ghetto just be that slum that you hear about on the news and think “thank God that shit don’t happen around here.” If someone from this hell hole wonders into your “punk ass” neighborhood he is quickly noticed and harassed by some fuckin’ pig or somethin’, and shunned back into the home you’ve given him. As you watch the kids play in the park on your street you never even think about the kids in the ghetto, you might say to yourself “do they have parks?” “Do they even have kids in the ghetto?” “Fuck it, that ain’t my concern.”
If you don’t care who does? Not them old “Jack-offs” in the White House. Shit last year we lost more lives in Detroit due to urban violence than we did during Operation Desert Storm! So for ten months we sat in the desert jackin-off, spending billions on bombs and shit, while right here at home mutha fuckas were dying every night! So if some sap stubs his toe in Cuba we’ll send over a few thousand tanks to make sure his punk ass is OK. Right here though, we are dying and killing each other off in our own country, because of what I call… Ghetto Insanity. When a boy grows up with crack smoke being blown in his face, tripping over dead bodies on his way to school and getting his ass beat by an over worked, drunk father chances are he won’t turn out to be a doctor or a lawyer. Instead he will become one with his environment, which is only natural. If one is raised by a pack of wild wolves, he will act like a wild wolf. If one is raised by a pack of wild crackheads he will then become a wild crackhead, the only solution is to end this environment. We must eliminate all poverty-stricken neighborhoods; this way there will be no more products of the ghetto.
Instead of the U.S. spending billions on wars and wasting trillions on shit like rockets, Stealth bombers, that don’t even fly and fuckin’ Star Wars shit that don’t even fuckin’ work, they should be spending that loot on our needs right here in America! Instead of sending our troops to fuckin Guatemala, or some shit, bring them to our own neighborhoods in need. Tear down all these abandoned buildings and build new schools, instead of these old ass shit holes they expect us to learn in. build clinics and shelters, fix the roads, build shopping malls in the inner cities to create jobs, give us something to live for. This would cure “Ghetto Insanity” and free our minds! The government won’t help though, because it’s mostly poor minorities that can’t afford to pay their taxes, so they let us rot, and rot. If the rich tax payers were killing each other, the government would put an end to that shit real quick, but it’s not it’s just us, so we rot, and rot.
Years of breathing the souls of rotten minds, I have developed a bad case of “Ghetto Insanity.” I walk their streets and I’m stared at as a freak show, less than human, an ogre walking the streets paved with gold. Twisted somewhere in this fried brain of mine, I have a plan. If those of the ghetto are nothing more than carnival exhibits to the upper class, than let’s give them the show they deserve to see. No more hearing of this show because you can witness it in your own front yard! A traveling mass of carnage, the same carnage we witness daily in the ghetto, can be yours to witness, feel and suffer. No longer killing one another, but killing the ones who have ignored our cries for help. FREE PASSES FOR THE GOVERNOR’S FAMILY! Like a hurricane leaving a trail of destruction, the ghetto on wheels bitch!
My views may be ugly, but so are the bloodstains on the streets I roam. If there is no change soon tickets will be issued to... The Carnival Of Carnage.
-Violent J
