Managed to venture into here last year when we were wandering around Philly. Sussed out the Rocky house on Google maps 3 or 4 blocks from where we were and decided to wander up.
Although the neighborhood where we were seemed run down it was once we walked under the train tracks that we felt we were in a area we probably shouldn't be. A side street had people huddled round a burning oil drum and junkies seemed to staggering around the streets aimlessly everywhere.
While waiting for the train back to downtown a bloke who had lived there his whole life showed us where he had been shot. He now wears a bag to piss now. His brother was also shot and killed here along with a friend. He described Kensington himself as Zombieland.