Philadelphia Uncut

A poem about the reality of Philly

The reality of Philly
is that it take me to be dead or in jail for people to love me
my worth is determined by luxury
the cementary nd cell is a reality
to make it out of this forsaken city
we rather be depressed in the slumps
all mice fighting over a crumb
genocide at one of its apex forms
black on black crime leaving mothers scorned
kids at 12 no longer can starve and learn
so they boss up yearning to earn
this city creates entrepreneurs
business owners at young ages who are quick to mature
where doing wrong to get right is the right
and doing right will only get you stressed at night

Author's Note

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