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A residential area between the eastern highway and an industry block, where the white and gray so called houses are covered in putty and spray paint This place is the home for 50 families and a hundred kids, forced to live where no one belongs In molding barracks where it's hard to breathe Send me your hungry, your tired, your poor, your huddled masses Officially they're temporarily placed here, though many have stayed here for more than eight years From housing construction to housing shortage, the policy is hide and forget Out of sight, out of mind They call it category living, I call it social dumping places, government subsidized ghettos From Letras Mania