Reality

They buried a ten year old child down the street from me, with all the rest of my cities victims,  because of a robbery that was either for coke money or Jordans. I have a two year old sister, two little cousins who emulate a thug persona, and a twelve year old neighbor who looks up to me. I have no choice; I have to escape the evil that surrounds me (this unreal city) and pray I can set my lands in order, creating the peace that passes my own understanding.