11 August 2012
As I walk through my hometown I see crackheads, men, girls who advertise and boys who entertain Then I see mothers and sons who are soldiers
Different in colour&shape, character and stance Young ones trapped in a dystopian world
Dreaming of the material things and the finer things things that come with a rougher life
Babymothers cry and weep at night Drunks roam the streets at night
Dealers hawk the hawked around corners Whilst a young boy is lead like a blind sheep
His father. Absent in the presence of his 'other' family His mother knows the truth But is scared to tell her baby
The same boy that rides on his bike to his fate maybe? But maybe he'll survive as he rides out with his 'brothers'
Deindividuation in it's trance
Cause finally the lost boy feels a part of something
Protected and cared but most importantly wanted
That's just a little bit about my Hometown
Stay tuned for the good parts of my hometown
Peace&Love
Home Townn • Opuss № I