Get Off of Those Streets
Get off of those streets
They are filled with confusion
Just leave those dark clouds behind
Nothing but pure frustration
When you live in a state of poverty
Gloomy moments will appear
Such a bitter disparity
There is nothing but bad air
Copyright © The Brooklyn Six Project | Year Posted 2017
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