Poems About City Seeking Honest Critique

Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle
A revolving door always present; New York City...Vicious Cycle
This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence...many problems to assuage
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished, in other words we've acquiesced
Hallways, Alleys, Subway Stations, where the weak and troubled roam
Considered dross by our society/that's why the streets became their home
Our youth in dire straits, how can they...

you'll never get anywhere better    
then new york.    
highest taxes    
and our roads    
are still shit.    
the buildings are run down    
and the homes are all broken.    
poorly done graffiti    
on the faces    
of neglected kids    
from big families.    
   
no one does it like rochester    
sixth most violent city    
in the nation    
and its probably the smallest too.    
i mean just today    
there was a shoot out    
right down the street    
from my uncle's house  ...

We are kept awake
by police helicopters
and women screaming
in the street.
Packs of hooligans
chant for the blood
of passers by.

We are all here
in this dull war.
Unaware of it,
yet still tortured by it.

There is one impossible cure:
We realise
that we are in it
together.

My baby my boo 
I'd be lost without you  
I know you   where never "my" nothing 
The streets own you 

I stood by your side 
Always your ride a die  
Giving you  courage  
Holding  you tight through all the strife. 
None of that mattered 
You only wanted the riches

You where  addicted to the high 
 addicted to the cash 
You'd take a life if you caught anyone 
In your stash


The neighbours whisper
That you deserved to die
A boy from the hood
Selling dope to get by


Hey This is the way...

Speaking in ghetto ways 
I was born As an unwanted child 
Handed to the streets 
My family was crazy
I mean a scitzo mom a Dad that women beats

Brother selling drugs sister having babies 
Repeating there cycle no way  that would be crazy

I embraced the streets And everything it taught 
Hustling and selling 
Just for food for thought 
Crack houses and feens was all that I knew

I talked that ghetto talk you know what I mean boo
Yo yo yo  it's like this and like that 
Watch me flow 
I'll get up with you next time ight no...