Drugs rule, pushers, and fiends rise and fall like the sun but the streets stay hot because these men of steel stay packing heat.
Having to be Supermen from DC to Chicago to survive.
Little girls are dodging uncle's gazing at their thighs while running right into drive bys.
Innocent blood and tears are the only things which escape.
This is no America.
This is Incorporated chaos.
Zip codes cage citizens into poverty and poor education.
Neither weather nor the non-profit sector can erode these prisons.
No investment, so commerce is done with bodies as currency.
Spare change and the dead both lie in the street when they cease to be useful.
This is no America.
A corrupt world corrupts values.
Trauma is replaced with triumph.
Why be afraid of dying when you can have the power to kill?
Replacing fear with force.
People question how a community could destroy itself?
The destruction happened with slavery, was codified through segregation, and whatever was left burned down from broken crack pipes and broken promises.
You can still smell the smoke.
Maybe our communities are a new Confederacy?
America already declared war on us once, or twice, or nevermind...we’ll just keep track on the backs of our ancestors.
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