Are we living in a SubCity

This morning as I was driving to the workplace,I decided to dust off one of my old time favourites i.e. the Tracy Chapman Collection CD, I played track number 2 full blast (very loud), as the lyrics of this particular track made me to ask: ARE WE LIVING IN A SUBCITY?- The reason for this question is: since the appointment of the new Police Commisioner it appears as if the criminals are trying to challenge/provoke the commisioner, as he promised that he will shoot from the hip (criminals will not be treated lightly),however these crooks realized that this might just be another empty promise,on the side of our government. This criminals causes havoc all over the city streets, with one mall robbery after the other. Media/news reports suggest that an elite crime fighting unit that specialized in combating this kind of crimes was recently closed down by one of those having superpowers.Why fixing something that was never broken. Are we ever going to win the battle on this violent criminals...

Lyrics to Subcity :
People say it doesn't exist
'Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man


Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
I'd like to please give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me


They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive


They say we've fallen through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won't let it
Help
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest living
Living this ain't living


What did I do deserve this
Had my trust in god
Worked everyday of my life
Thought I had some guarantees
That's what I thought
At least that's what I thought


Last night I had another restless sleep
Wondering what tomorrow might bring
Last night I dreamed
A cold blue light was shining down on me
I screamed myself awake
Thought I must be dying
Thought I must be dying

So many questions....So little answers...