gentrification
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He says,
We will wax this wood,
And Green Grass will Grow,
And all will be amazed;
They will be saved!
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
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"
