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Sidewalks are broken
Weeds grow through the cracks
The people that use them are like the sidewalks,
broken and worn down
They have names like Turkey, Louie the Bum,
The Sandman
No one knows their real names
They call me Kid
You see, no one cares
All they care about is survival,
the next minute, then the minute after that
And so it goes
This is my school, for life
In these alleys, on these sidewalks
Where no one can tell if the garbage man came
Where grey is black and black is death
Where rainbows are neon and books are wriiten on stone walls,
in paint
It's where you can get knifed for a nickel
And die for seeing things you shouldn't see
It's another world
It's where those that had come to die
And those already here feed on them until they do
How is it no one sees?
Are they all.. blind?
They created this place
This filthy space between us and them
You'll find no advertisements for whiskey in their suburbs
Just manicured grass
They look and say
" Look at them.What's wrong with them?Don't they know any better?"
As if we chose to be born in hell
Sure..
This is the first place I'd pick
Bad schools, broken windows, no jobs
But hey...their sign says Buy Whiskey
Fools!
How little they see
How little they know
In their world pain is a commodity to be sold by drugstores
Their world would be over if someone turned down a dinner date
Their lives would be over if they were ignored
They would see their lives crumbling
I laugh
We were born in crumbling
If someone leaves us it's because they're dead
Either shot or stabbed, one to many needles in the arm
It doesn' matter...no one cares
Those that aren't here seem blind
My day is now over and I must be aware
I might trip and fall, scratch my knees
Would anyone have a band aid?
Do you know where I could find one?
Do you even care?

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