Ghetto Hymns I struggle like those out here picking cotton. I say a prayer, bow my head, and pour out a little liquor, for those who are gone, but never forgotten. I use their strengths to motivate me, and to help me remain strong. I wake up every day hoping that, I still have the will power to go on. I'll take everything that I have, including my beliefs, and put them all out on a limb, so I extend my hand and invite you in, to my world of Ghetto Hymns...