Vice City.
White sand on the beach, hotels everywhere,
palm trees wave in the cool summer air.
Cars rush past in a blur of red, blue, white, yellow,
the bright summer sun leaves the atmosphere mellow.
Then by night, the scene changes; the neon lights come alive,
as darkness falls like a curtain, the moon lightens the sky.
The bars, they are filled, the clubbers start dancing,
In the restaurants, lovers eat, candles light their romancing.
But out in the suburbs, and the shantytowns,
where the houses and streets are dark and run-down,
trouble is brewing, gangs start to fight,
they are invisible in the dark of the night.
The Haitians and Cubans, draw their guns and prepare,
they torment each other, throw gestures, wave weapons in the air.
Then one of them shoots - and a Cuban falls dead,
the signal to fight is his blood that runs red.
And suddenly it happens - knives start to clash,
guns go off with an almighty crash.
More gang members are felled, blood leaks down the street,
a siren starts up; and there's the scramble of feet.
A cop runs to the fight, baton ready and drawn,
the Haitians and Cubans attack, shouting their scorn.
Back to the East Island, and outside the strip joints,
more fights are started, drunks just don't get the point.
Down the road from The Malibu, to the North Point Mall,
shops are robbed, cars are stolen, thugs and police brawl.
People are hurt, some killed, some hospitalised,
all the while, the thugs are police-brutalized.
Do they deserve it, or is it too much?
Do they need to be kicked into touch?
That is the question that no one can understand,
should the yobs get away, or be killed at the hands,
of a cop, passer-by, or angry driver?
And should people be allowed to take the deceased's last fiver?
At night Vice City is filled with corruption,
by day it is filled with an enticing misconception.
Thugs run free, but some run blood,
who knows if this is bad or good?
But while cars are stolen, and people are attacked;
they are kicked, punched, and scraped at, hit and smacked -
People still seem to think that this place is nice.
And so goes the story of the City of Vice.