The Slums
Broken glass, cracked streets, Dogs barking
Area sounds dangerous to foreign visitor
Homies shouting " Que Barro, Que tidas"
I smerk walking towards the subway
Veins of iron and steel running through NY
Smells bad, Loud people, babies crying.
The subway is terrible but it is the heart of the Slums.
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