Stuck here in this ghetto

Why am I stuck here in this ghetto is there a life for me outside of it will i ever know? Why is there so much drugs poverty and crime here who is to blame for this city that has gone insane. Could it just be me that i should blame for just not knowing how to get out of this hell hole  of a ghetto that i am in will that day ever come for me to be able to unlock the door to the city if my dreams i oh so long for. Will that day come when i can be free of this place. Will that one day ever come when I'll be release from this drug infested ghetto I'm in? I hope and pray every day I'm here in this ghetto that i will not one day  become  another statistic here in the street  with a white sheet over my head and a toe tag place upon my feet saying another man down here in the street's of the ghetto just because of some man with a gun in his hand that ran up on me from behind a building with and placed it to my head so they could supply his family with a loaf bread so is this why i must become another statistic just because a man need a loaf of bread to feed his family? And because of this very reason  I am now dead. And in his eye to him it's just another day in the ghetto....