The world is a ghetto, just like War said back in the 70s. We live in a global neighborhood, and there are more ghettos in the world than upper class enclaves, sleepy suburban tract homes, or middle class row Houses combined. If you have ever traveled further than your own block, outside of your city, or beyond state lines, you know the deal. Few places on this planet we call earth is this more painfully obvious than The Badlands, formally known as Camden City, New Jersey. Those who reside there know this to be true. The Badlands, like any other urban inner city, is the birthplace of gettin' up, gettin' out, and gettin' somethin'. And while the residents of Camden dream of equality, although different from the popular notion of the AmeriKKKan dream, these dreams center around ideas of a level playing field and an equal opportunity for all brethren, regardless of class, education, or the amount of Benjamins lining the pockets of their pants. Camden is a place where the reality of ghetto life means reconciling conflicting truths on a daily basis. In the blink of an eye, parks become battlegrounds and basketball games beget brawls. Where your man who speaks about opening a business rises off of the porch to serve the fiend on the corner his daily fix of rock, weed, or whatever other street pharmaceutical is needed. Where shots ring out on summer nights, settling arguments, once again summoning peace. Camden is about reality - a reality that Uncle Sham doesn't want the rest of t