No post code envy.
Longitude and latitude, altitude or depths, moving around as points on a compass pointing either North, South, East or West, and it's been said that everything is all about real estate, even in neighborhoods never to be envied.
It's no post code envy, the address where I reside. The people that makes up the community, and the rulers of the neighborhood.
Everybody's like caskets of champagne, waterproof iPhones, nightclubs, karaoke bars and lounges. Shopping malls and hotels, gold chains and dreadlocks.
Selfies that show just how much self absorbed the new generations are and policing that's just almost as evil as the crime they are supposedly fighting.
Hope is lost on the government, and representatives are mostly representing their own interests.
My friends and we've cracked the code, we spend our minutes being natural, and every one who knows us know that we're fine with this, we didn't come for money. Luckily we aren't caught up in your love affair.
It's no post code envy, the address where I dwell. The sights and sounds, the people all around the neighborhood. Yet my dreams can only get bigger, let me live that fantasy, so it can be proof of its reality.
Until my post code is different, longitude and latitude, points on a compass, new neighbors and neighborhood just a different address but same old drama.
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