Today I finally walk slowly through my home town,
I won’t see drugs or violence if I keep my head down.
Twenty-two years since I have been back,
I fear my home now, fear an attack.
Where we used to hang out and go to play ball,
Is now boarded, condemned, not as I recall.
I see what was new but now it is wrecked,
The ones who destroy, their lack of respect.
One side of town is a mess, a disgrace,
Better than that side, a horrible place.
With the drugs and whores in the cheep living space,
My home is forgotten, my home they erase.
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