My momma always told me "be proud of yer self no matter what people say to ya" and for the past six years since she died and left me and my younger brother alone I've lived by it.

Me and my brother just tryin to make a livin but ya see the streets are crime ridden. gangs and violence. It's so darn hard out Hear, body's on the streets are all to commen ya go to sleep thinkin ya will never see the grey blue sky again. The grey blue sky, I yearned for a brilliant blue one just like my mamma told me about I wanted to see it, no I needed to see it.

Unfortunately my brother neva did. Ya see he was a scrawny little kid nothin older then ten. Blames on me for lettin him walk out that late.

Turns out he was in the wrong place at the wrong time a gang of humans went and killed him. He was a sweet kid wouldn't hurt a fly. Guess they didn't think so.

Bout five years since his death, now I'm just working any job I can, when I was younger I was quite good at playing piano when I'm lucky I get to play at bars but the people don't go there for the music though, they go for the people and the booze ain't the first time I had to fend off a drunk, my singer to go with my piano she sang like a canary and almost always stole the show not because of her singing but because of her looks.

I always worry bout her not coming back in to sing.its a shame really, livin like this? but once I get enough money I'm leavin. I'll buy a house out on the country and run a farm. Ain't no ones gonna order me around like a dog or hit on me or I'd have to look over my shoulder every few steps.

Though living out Hear has made things clear, dreams like that come out Hear to die.