I see poverty in its purest form
Crime And drug infested dilapdated apartment complexes
40oz old English bottles empty, boxes of Churches chicken, ciggerrette butts and drug paraphenilla
Cargo trains, Metro buses and cars zoom by
People scurring around like roaches in the light of day
An aroma of fast food, urine, malt liquor,marijiuna and grape Phillies fill my nostrils with its familiar fragrence
My favorite hood melodies play throughout the day and night
Police sirens, ambulances, gun shots, search helicopters,trains crossing,loud musis ranging from merengue to oldies to the truth about hoodlife from ghetto philospher Zero
Only in the Ghetto do you see what it means to be stuck in The Ghetto