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Looking both ways before crossing the street is a good sign that we’ve learned the necessities of surviving
The hood also known as the ghetto, el barrio, the projects, section 8 and home. A place where family functions don't end till the next day.
There goes the pop shop, on the corner of 42nd with pop rocks, where the Candy Lady beckons
Good afternoon Good morning Today we're going back To the 90's Only wish I could Back when Back then Everything was so simple Had a cute katana A pink little flip phone
we are the children born of machinery. conrete goliaths, strobe street lights dimly lighting a path never walked down dark, vacant streets that bend and curl into oblivion ni de aquí, ni de allá
Gentrification gettin’ into this nation;Historically segregation, Killin’ kids, lit in flames and;Rioting makes it hasten, and racists make the hatred;It’s wicked and dangerous, we livin’ in hades;
After travelling from afar Leaving her home The fresh air, the mountains, the rivers Waking up to a rooster’s crow
If this up and coming where will we be going?
What's in my mind? I'll take you on a trip up to manhattan valley, where the white people live I'll take you back to a time that wasn't the best Back when this block was called the "Upper West"
Neighborhoods don't improve.