I also lived in the ghetto too for several years because I was young and bought a house very cheap, much cheaper than renting. From experience, the best and quietest time in the ghetto is weekdays between about 5am and 11am because all of the worst elements are sleeping. I tried to keep my front yard nice, but every time I cut the grass I would also have to pick up soda cans, broken wine bottle, chip bags and dozens of those little plastic bottles that the convenience stores sell kid's juice in. Also, from time to time dirty diapers that had been thrown over low fence, cigarette packs and whatever else passers by of my home determined they no longer wanted to be burdened with carrying. The apartment across the street was basically a drug super center, with dealers, junkies, crackheads and whores climbing in and out of the lower windows at all hours of the day and night. When I bought a new pickup, the spare tire underneath it was stolen the first night it was parked.