In the slums you can only try or die trying to achieve a life that’s near impossible to live.
It was a dark cloudy evening, the street was cold as if the angel of death had walked the streets, lifeless. Only sign of life was the sound of street lights flickering, and the shells of bullets dropping to the floor, “bang!”
That’s the sound of a killer walking the streets. But that’s a usual day here in the slums. If it’s not the gangsters with m16 roaming the streets then it would be the politician who used the the filthy police as a means of getting their dirty work done.