Ghetto Council estate Quality

It were my best friend and me, both Nan’s pronouncing ‘3’ as ‘tree’, mine from Jamaica, hers an Irish granny. We grew on the same council estate, that’s right, ghetto doesn’t have a colour mate! Ghetto means struggle, look in the dictionary, its not a dress code skin colour or a tone honey! Some of us ran, got away. Some of us had no choice but to stay. Some highly educated, some made it, some a sentence in there nearest and vacant HMP. Some for various reasons had to rest in peace. Shouting out to my people. Ghetto, Council estate Quality

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