A wall painted with drugs, A second with violence a third with abuse A fourth with my soul I close my eyes And I dream I hope for a better tomorrow I'm filled with life and light Don't let me wake up. It's all dark again Do I have the strength to go on? Good morning miss and fellow students. This is just a taste of what it is like on the streets. Today we …showed first 75 words of 766 total…

…showed last 75 words of 766 total…tears. Is that what our society has come to ? The problem of shenanigans has become so great that the majority turn away their heads in disgust and don’t want to deal with the problem. It paints a bleak picture. The convolution where only the tough and lucky survive. A position where fear is universal, where innocence becomes hardened. It has been a long walk for many, and there is a long way to go.