My grandparents old block in West Philly's looks like a war zone. Trash every where, kids running around looking crazy, houses in disrepair, more renters than owner, and grown ass men just hanging out in front of the Papi stores. 52nd Street, which used to be a vibrant shopping district (even in the 1980s) is a huge garbage can with nothing but African vendors and sneaker stores. It makes me so sad.