In the ghetto, a reputation is either your shield or your sentence.
“We bled the same knife, but you testified for a lighter chain.” Ghetto Confessions - Tiki
"Concrete walls, they don't talk back,Tiki on the beat, keeping life on track.Ghetto confessions under neon lights,We surviving the days, praying through the nights." Music Review Elements:
Ghetto Confessions · 3205 trend, urban dance tutorial, dance choreography tutorial, how to do Unforgettable Moments at Calgary's Cowboy Music Fest In the ghetto, a reputation is either your
Tiki doesn’t ask for much. Just the truth. In this ghetto, lies are the real currency—we tell them to social workers, to parole officers, to ourselves in the mirror. But Tiki knows. His wooden face is patient. When I tell him I’m fine, he just tilts his head. The chip in his left eye catches the streetlight like a tear.