The Formula

A for those who would like to know how to get out of their own personal prison.

The ghetto is a prison filled with rocks,

Plantation overseers, they call them cops,

And all the ghetto peoples minds got locks,

Keeping each other down like crabs in pots,

Now I found the key to get out their box,

First I had to read to get my mind unlocked,

Then I had to believe everything that I read,

Then I had to walk in faith or else my dreams was dead,

Then I had to have endurance and tenacity,

Knowing there would be obstacles trying to stop me,

And every time that I fell I got up again,

Knowing that perseverance was the only way to win,

Eventually I got the victory,

I'm living large cause I'm in charge of my destiny.