What I’ve seen, is what I know
I’ve known dope dealers
As well as dope fiends
I’ve known street wolves
And dead men laying six feet
I’ve known hustlers
As well as their broads
The streets,
The streets, I’ve known
I’ve known athletes
Dream to become pro’s
But the streets, the streets
Have bound their dreams
I’ve seen green girls
Fall into parenthood
(With no funding from daddy who)
To bear another fatherless seed
The streets,
The streets ain’t friendly
I’ve seen a few good souls
That gave life new meaning
But the majority continues
To be mold by hypocrites
I’ve seen the Towers of WTC
Turned to ache and rubble
On a norm, September, morning
The streets,
The streets, became insane
I’ve seen vacant lots and corners
Festered with old and new addicts
Steel cages comprising of captives
Grounds that devours the lifeless bodies
Yet, I’m aware of a place located eastward
Which indeed I intend to reside,
Once I’m set free from nature’s time
The streets,
The streets, is no home.
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