Written by: jeffry cohan

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
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