The Soul of a Hustler
Awaken feels cold these
soul's forsaken, taken
locked in a dungeon I
feel their pains is aching
Feel the heat from the
streets as they seek out
their error, it's so simple
people we gotta look in the
mirror
A mear image of the error
we live in the heroin's
giving to children delivering
the message coherently fibing
They listen, why? because
they gotta hear it to bear it.
Copyright © Brian Reynolds | Year Posted 2005
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