I'm From a Place

February 26, 2014

I’m from a place where in the dark of night,

pollution covers the star made light.

I’m from a place where factory’s bloom,

sending out many noxious fumes

I’m from a place where crime rates are high,

and the police forces idly stand by

I am from a place people say is bad,

that’s all thanks to my birth mom and dad.

Two whole years, that place stayed with me.

Now I can say I am finally FREE

I’m from a place where crime is an art

I’m from a place where children aren’t smart

I’m from a place where unemployment is high.

I’m from a place where many have died

I’m from a place where breathing is hard.

I’m from a place where people go behind bars.

I’m from this place thanks to my birth mom and dad.

But not anymore and fore that I am glad.

I’m from a place where you can see death,

just from selling some Wight stuff called Me-DRUGS

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