Free Singing the Inner City Trues

I to suffer, i to cry, i to live and i to die and in betwen the things i've seen the scenes an eye that i cannot deny by necessity must make a mortal man mean the neighborhood corner hawking dope the streets of sheer stagnation within children jumping dead bodies, not rope and the avenue of avenging sin this, was my womb, my initiation angst and anxiety were my breast milk i suckle at the teet of temptation and learned from dope dealers and their ilk i to suffer, i to wish to die, rather than to suffer the subtle suffocation day by day another piece of me will decry i rue my creator and his creation (c) 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~