LOUD

I hear the whelps
I hear the silence when children cry for help
I hear the deaths
I hear the births
I hear the premature mothers crying on the staircase for help
I hear the bottle popping
I hear the drug dealing
I hear the corner pushing everything except education
I hear the dropouts
I hear the drunkies
I hear the pimps talking deals like buy pussy and get a blow job for free
I hear recession
I hear welfare
I hear the old men get carried away when the government decrease healthcare
I hear the knocks
I hear eviction notices
I hear the young couple who’s moving in together trying to merge their stories
I hear free lunch
I hear the fee waivers
I hear the freedom taken by the man who’s against us Officer Robbie Rears
I hear Puerto Ricans
I hear Blacks
I hear the one white guy who choose to stay and brave the fight
I hear the hood
I hear the neighbors
I hear the pastor praying asking God to save us
I hear the sex
I hear the abortions
I hear the quarrels about what STD she had PLUS who could be the actual dad
I hear the dead beats
I hear the heartbeats
I hear the fast feet when the conversation containing responsibility comes up
I hear the weed
I hear the crack
I hear when it first hit the streets Mr. Lucas was the most respected for Blue Magic
What the fuck
I hear the hunger
I hear the water
I hear the stove that don’t turn on cause the landlord doesn’t want to take a trip over
I hear the ass
I hear the breast
I hear the young women walking around like they’re only good warming beds
I hear the lyrics
I hear the beats
I hear that every young man here is a gangsta rapper from the streets
I hear the sunrise
I hear the sunset
I hear we should live like there is only a day left
BUT.......


Success is silent
Happiness is quiet
The determination in the part of town is evidently absent
I hear the sunset
I hear the sunrise
I hear you only live once but tomorrow always comes despite all of this