Living in the city, exposes us to inner-city life Life and death dance with each other. Maples Road, Elm Street or Pine Avenue No such trees shade your way. A tress falls a child falls, R.I.P. The forest is now a wooden coffin. Trees planted are young and sickly. Buildings and not trees offer shade.
The streets are like a cloudy rainy day. Cement and asphalt stifles the grass. Cops walk the beat, whistles blow Sirens, honking horns, gunshots, Tires screeching scream for attention. Gangs are rebels with a cause, to be free Try to listen for the heartbeat. Life in the city can be life and not death.
Listen, can you hear! A child is calling. Look can you see! A baby is crawling A blade of grass grows in the cracks. The inner-city is alive with a new beat. Life can grow, life can thrive Let's gang-up for a cause to free Let’s tap to the beat we call life.