Creativity

We look out onto the harsh inner cities

Never noticing the creativity it possess

Cracked grounds,shattered glass, people only see the pitties

Outsiders come in and look at us as if in distress 

What we see is art,what they see is graffiti 

In the end we only wanted to show are unwanted talent

They live their livis in the riches in the islands of Tahiti

And who are they to juge and raise the ballet

Everything was handed to you, a silver spoon as they say

Our dreams are cut short and made from what we make it 

Never knowing the last of our day

The mind soon drifts of as if the space is lit

Giving them the allusion that the stars we can reach

Choosing our planet walking on a black beach