Inner city
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Vivid eyes, a glowing face.
Gentle hands, a warm embrace.
Watching how the flowers grow.
Watching how the flowers grow.
In the dark, she’s her own light.
The smoke will never cloud her sight.
We say that education is a right...
Yet there remains an inequality
If parents can afford to send their child to private school..
They are already at a higher level
(To The Inner City a.k.a "The Hood")
Welcome to the lives of the treacherous, dangerous,
penny pinching, gun-toting urbanites, etcera/
I hail from the danger where the fear's always near,
One.
Two.
Not minutes.
I refuse to drive through.
Maybe I’m one of a few.
I’ll start with time.
I could not go.
But I won’t drive by that city.
Even if its two hours.
Just a quick hello.
