This place I call home is far from Beverly Hills.
People die every morning and
every night from drive-bys.
Sometimes you wake up to people screaming and gunshots.
You have to pretend your not home because some crack addicts are bold enough to knock on your door.
You see friends come and go.
Some people are so use to this it's their own domestic paradise.
People have parties and Barbecues to forget the pain and suffering.
It's usually no use because someone always gets hurt mentally and physically.
The place I call home is the Ghetto.
