Suburbia Walls

Thick walled surburbia feeds the fear
Of heading out into the inner city
Those are strange directions
Hands held out
Dirty bubbles rise at intersections
But what of the heart?
The heart of the city.
A place where portage and main meet
A place of shame and pity
Close your eyes as you pass higgins and main
Salvation army fighting a losing war against pain

Cheap hotels line the north end
The dim lights form the yellow teeth of the capitalist smile
I want to burn it all down
But children are trapped in smoke filled basements
They are future artists
Singers and
Dreams that form in the clouds they stare at
It only takes one person to give two shits
Warm cold fingers with mitts
Before a hungry belly chases the bloody dollar

Irony is innocent until proven guilty
And aint it ironic how we view status
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Yeah, they had us.
Even back then...
So when one pursues riches from drugs they are horrible and weak
But the very same people will laugh at one who works at mcdonalds
Get a real job make money like us earn a status
Without any real options provided you see
Unless you're born in the good part of town
Unless you have 25k to spend on a degree

-Dev