Hoods and grey faces, just repurcussions of the eighties, and nineties babys are steady growing up crazy, see, This lazy generation have no ethics, due to poor tutors, so the vicious cycle of poverty never loosens, it just manifests and tightens up the stress, during recession, depression putting pause on my progression, dear life ive learnt my lessons, staring out my council estate window, listen as the wind blows, litter down the dirt road, i watch the youth run by in slow motion, and disappear one by one, i watch closley. We should be toasting their acheivements, instead we're watching hearts get broke, and mums choke, on their grievance. I know you've heard this before,im sure.. About the life through the cracks of my council estate window...