The Rediscovery of Downtown Newark: Tough Times in a Tough City

Today, the recession has a pit bull like lock on the neck of the city of Newark.  The state is dishing out lay-offs and budget cuts like a bad dinner plate. Tough times are evident. People’s hopes are being pressed upon in what seems to be a hopeless time. It can have you look and feel like there’s no reason to call this home. This woman, in my opinion, embodies what the city of Newark is going through today. I guess we all have tough times that we can’t escape in a tough city.

My Way Home- Common

Late Registration

“They say home is where the hate is
My dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like vegas
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to god that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubberband together in cashless bundles
We wear struggling chains
Divided only hustle remains
Making sense of it we hustle for change
Revolution ain’t a game
It’s another name
For life fighting
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fighting for hits to heighten they hell
Don’t he know he only get as high as he fell
Show money becomes bail
Relationships become jail
Children are unheld
I wish love was for sale
Behold the pale
Horse got me trapped like r. kel’, I bail”

Posted By: Q.Whitening

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