Sin City

The Skyscrapers are so high; they seem to pierce the cerulean sky Transpired by all those neon lights So many have succumb to the city’s plight People are distraught by the polluted stench of death in the air Murder rate ever-increasing; does anyone care? Concrete high rises and towering buildings form a ghetto A utopia of poverty where drug addiction has control The name of the forgotten enshrined by graffiti on the walls A place where personality and pride stands tall Cornered lives where fast money is the name of the game A con, a player, and a hustler is still one in the same On every street corner there is a church, a carryout, or a bar A city that’s besieged by police brutality that has gone too far Sedans and SUV's windows rattle from the loud deep-toned songs of Hip hop The sound carries for avenues and blocks nonstop around the clock The city never sleeps, so the crime never stops Because there are criminal infested streets, policed by even belligerent cops Weed smoke fumes subtlety filling so many lungs The futile hum of engines at traffic lights becomes the city song In this place of indignity there would be no pity Welcome to SIN CITY