My Neighborhood
My neighborhood is small
every step you take you get closer to your destination
nothing is never to far its always right there
in my neighborhood your porch is my porch and my porch is yours its like we all knocking on the same door
when you sleep its not quiet you still hearing voices through the walls.
My neighborhood is like a jungle
every wire from the lightposts swing and dangle every night
instead of waking up to the birds chirping we wake up to screaming voices
when you walk through my neighborhood it makes you sad
we might smile and laugh but inside it is not the same
My neighborhood is ready for a change.
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