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a stones throw from hell

a stones throw from hell
around the corner from jail
big city of dreams
and small schemes for mail
we touch and go in the 'hood
and it don't look good
young brotha at the park
the little engine that could
the wrong side of the tracks
ya little puffs of smoke
aint from the weed
it's 'cause you don't got a coat
a lifetime of abuse
the nieghborhood is a noose
gettin' tighter everyday so
what the hell is the use
they might call it the game
but to me it's insane
can't deal with the pain
i pray to God for a change

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  1. Date: 5/15/2009 3:41:00 AM
    no matter how you chew it. it's like chewing leather. and man i'm no gangsta.

  1. Date: 4/26/2009 11:47:00 AM
    this is good. i like the little engine that could on the wrong side of the tracks puffing smoke part. what hood is this about?

  1. Date: 4/19/2009 8:03:00 PM
    touching piece of sadness here, such a crime that people have to live around this type of abuse, and so oftent that it happens others just look away. I feel ya!

  1. Date: 4/19/2009 6:56:00 PM
    Nice piece of writing man...this reminds me of a Bay area Hip-hop group I like....Zion's intelligent and insightful without losing the feel of another grimy day in the streets. Keep that pen in motion! Steve

  1. Date: 4/18/2009 2:54:00 AM
    well written Brian ... your words are so deep and thoughtful! and thank you for your lovely comment ... ~ Arany

  1. Date: 4/18/2009 1:48:00 AM
    Nice work and thanks for the comment.

  1. Date: 4/18/2009 1:40:00 AM
    It's a vivid picture you paint Brian of a place that many choose to ignore. I worry for that young man