Great monumental structures decorate the space,
high class society gain there wealth,
glamorous hotels and stores
can be visible as you take path,
yet another world is alive
in this same territory,
a world of poverty,
a world of crime,
a world of sin,
a world believed
our creator lost sight upon,
a world where a beard man
takes slow steps,
personal hygiene
it is of no importance,
where a man
has to construct his home
out of scratch everyday,
any material is needed,
creativity has to be
in ones peak point,
a constant meal cant be guarantee,
privacy line totally vanished,
your heart can be visible
in its natural form
any hour, minutes, seconds,
rage cant be tempt,
no security to call,
as the wilderness
all man for themselves,
drugs as easy
as receiving the wind you can obtain,
downtown LA
a place seem to be covered
with executive buildings,
fancy land,
under its streets a great downfall,
territory for the damn,
as your sight glances this life,
your soul descents,
your mind ponders,
grin fades to a straight face,
makes you think,
shall I throw this piece of bread away?
Or is it a blessing I can stand,
here with clean clothes,
my stomach full,
keys to a happy home,
and ponder about this same decision,
bless that inner world,
been shadowed
by the monumental structures
-che