People love to hate the hood and chastise other poor parts
Calling them seedy, sketchy, and ghetto like we don’t possess souls and hearts
I grew up in the same places that they constantly dread
Cracked sidewalks, liquor and dollar stores, crime maps labeled in red
In 1995 when Danny Sales was beaten by police
A riot ensued and the national guard drove tanks down our street
The tread damaged more than asphalt and concrete
It shattered any illusion
That they see us as human
In Indianapolis (not Afghanistan) citizens blocked Billy Clubs and tear gas by hand
Those ‘bad’ poor people in ‘Chi-raq’ and ‘Napghanistan’
Who keep killing themselves
Don’t lack morals and wealth
School closings, prison, racism, and drugs in combination
The culmination caused generations of disruption and the manifestation
Of the same disregard for us that the whole US nation
Has for all of the victims of the latest school shootings
We shrug, blame rap music and PlayStation instead of implementing solutions
Nothing ever changes because we’re all complicit!
The media, elected officials, quiet majority, and corporate America if I’m getting specific
Us against them, the haves and have nots
When blacks had sustainable communities, whites were jealous and took what they got
Just like they stole this land from indigenous peoples
Reservations were first now the projects are sequels...