My home..or is it?

The ghetto is where I live
Brooklyn new york
coney island
where you see passed out bums on the street
crazy people trying to get you to smoke with them
if you not like them your shit
seeing drug dealers standing in the same place
its a repeating cycle of unfulfillment
old buildings breaking down
cracks in the sidewalks
screaming housing tenants
fighting over nonsense
the people here gets excited over weed
its killing them brain wise
sadly they know it
if you don't follow their ways
they will shun you
beat you down until you do
this place was suppose to be a beautiful place
that's not how I see it
look threw these broken down creaked up windows
seeing kids using disrespectful language towards others
watching teens get messed up at such a young age
everything around here going down hill
selling themselves just for a quick one
instead of paying those bills
everyone loves the first of the month let me tell ya
free money is what I see
using it for weed
using it for cigarettes that will kill you from the inside
oh yeah don't forget the lotto
I see people running just to have them be played
wasting so much on  time it
you don't care though
as long as you got it
its so depressing seeing all this
especially after hurricane sandy
I hated this place for so long now
I can't even comprehend the meaning of it all
bad ass disaster leaving destruction behind
stealing shit
breaking in stores
falling trees and broken homes
no water and no food
this place wasn't all good but now we worst than ever
a home? Yeah sure if that what you wanna call it
I call it a real hell
I'm glad that I at least met a few good people here
without them I might have just go insane long ago
this is my own living hell in reality
living here thought me how to be strong
being this way helps me protect myself from
unwanted circumstances
my daily activity is to live my life
go to college and get the hell out
to me this place sure isn't safe but damn I try my best
to keep my loved ones safe
coney island will never feel like home to me