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This is my city.
Where fathers die,
And mothers cry,
Where brothers sell drugs and get locked up,
Where sisters are 15 and get knocked up,
This is my city.
Where the high schools got shut down because of guns and smugglers,
Where the streets are filled with nothing but pimps and hustlers,
Where young males get shot,
And are framed for something they're not,
Left in the past to rot, and soon be forgot,
This is my city.
Where people overdose daily and pile up dead,
Where you look into a child's face and see nothing but dread,
Where their stomachs are hungry because they have not been fed,
These children are starving have no home no bed,
This is my city.
Where people are glad to finally move out,
But they're still stuck here I know with no doubt,
They're stuck in this city forever like you,
Now you're probably saying hold up wait this isn't true,
So listen I'm telling you something that's not really new,
This is not my city.
This is reality.
This is our World.
,Andrew Greening
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