Help Wanted not Needed

walking the sun damaged streets of the ghetto, rubber of your shoes sticky on the once gray pavement now stained with the scum of the ages, stench of street life wafting out the alley ways assaulting your senses, sound of oppression ringing in your ear echoing off the walls howling at you from every direction North South East and West, and all you know is your standing here aware that if you don't start moving you'll likely be there all day, but when they ask, all's you know, is you don't know nothing.