Some Fear it,
Some remember the "GOOD TIMES" when near it.
It's abused, Used, and accused.
The streets are its veins,
we are the vessels that give it life,
we are the vessels that take its life.
During the day it protects and attacks.
At night it scares and attracts.
Crowded with flies
Built on lies.
It is still beautiful.
Culture seems to be behind the wheel,
driving us from sanity to insanity.
Taking in a deep breath to enjoy its atmosphere
is deemed unhealthy.
And still we flock to it.
Branded in our soul, like wondering cattle.
It is,
It remains,
and will always be......
OUR
LOS ANGELES
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