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
