North Killadelphia

By Keira Martin

North Philadelphia? No it’s Killadelphia.

Home of the murders who don’t do stunts with us.

People with the silver guns who aim them right at us.

Gotta bob n’ weave sometimes cus’ them bullets go right through us.

I’m tired of these followers; time to be a leader.

Time to make a change in life so the non-believers can believe us.

It’s not that much to do, they just gotta get their mind right.

Gotta fight through struggles,

Try to get their money tight.

We gotta show em’ better than we can tell em’

Cus’ they don’t wanna listen.

But when you mention money, drugs, or killing

Them snitches eyes glisten.

And I don’t got the nerve to talk, but I know my right from wrongs

I never ever give up cus’ I gotta stay strong.

And yeah I live in Philadelphia, a.k.a Killadelphia.

But I can change it into something.

I got a roof over my head, but it’s better than nothing.

But that’s not the point,

It’s still North Killadelphia

No matter what the changes are.