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
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2016
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