Real Views of the 6ix
Just past midnight as we drive through the city
Empty roads littered with trash and road kill
Fast paced city in slow-mo
Identical houses in a line
Sprawled on brown grass-mud
Street lights with every fourth one broken that 
Emit an aura of neglect 
And the very air I breath smells like the lead in our water
Dirty bus stops with trash cans overflowing
The West-End. Forgotten and Forsaken. Suddenly.
The roads get smoother
The grass gets greener
The streets get cleaner
The people get lighter 
The night gets brighter
Houses with stained glass
Bus stops with out a hint of trash
Clean parks with functioning swings
I am reminded of what dysfunction in city politics brings
Just past midnight and as we drive past
We are left with a vague feeling of helplessness and a motivation to make it out of here fast
