What would you call hell?
A fiery pit or a monstrous well?
A place with screams of pain?
Or how about burning rain?

Me, I call it home.
A place where murderers and devils roam.
A place with gangs, violence, and pregnant teens,
Who are always desperate for a man to lean.

In my life, I've seen it all.
I've seen young teens rise and fall.
I've seen dead bodies on my road.
After a while, they've become an endless load.

But even in hell, there is hope.
Even for all those crackheads using dope.
For on the horizon, there's a chance
that we'll all rise to heaven and do our dance.