Life · Poetry · Pride

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Smells like blood
There’s dirt in the wind
Needles on the floor
Girls on the corner
They say theres no hope in my city
I believe it
Because drugs win
And money’s the answer
We learn from the streets
Teachers do more recruiting for the bedroom
The classrooms are empty
Least the church is filling up
Bring hope to the city
They all need jobs
They all need answers
Bringing hope to the city
Love to the city
Answers for my city
Watch out for our youth
Take care of our elders
Those who loved you
That’s atleast part of the answer

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