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> Frequent streams of gunshots, sobbing mothers, crackhead fights and roaring bass heavy trap music was the soundtrack to life in Englewood.
Irrespective of Chicago’s brutal weather, armies of dope boys and gang members roamed the streets, aimlessly living life, setting themselves up to be future murder statistics.
Nearly fifty percent of the residents in the area lived at or below the poverty rate.
If one were to take a drive around the area, one would notice that virtually every other house was abandoned, marked with red X signs on their molded wooden doors.
Tall, uncut shrubbery gated off many of these run-down houses and flats; dereliction their sole occupant.
==The Chicago Fire Department years ago started this program called the Chicago Red X Program that was designed to place red X placards on vacant houses and buildings, alerting first responders and firefighters that essentially these marked properties were beyond fucked up.
Enter at your own risk.
Shit, truth be told, the entire neighborhood needed a big red X on it.
Dwell there at your own risk.== Sad as it may seem, just generations ago Englewood was once a bourgeoning black community filled with prosperous middle class black families pursuing the American dream.
Nonetheless, like so many other black communities across the United States, Englewood went through major decline in the 70s and 80s, and now the area was a living nightmare of urban desolation and decay.
--This Hoe Got Roaches in Her Crib - Quan Millz