Black Market
Black Market
Black streets, grey cobweb into a
Luck star can fish,
Brown cockroaches moving around
On a table,
Setting the prices under the table
From day one I knew it
A doom kill bugs
Light streets
Are my joy and my daily perk
Bringing me piece with the others
Honesty fosters a relationship within which both parties feel secure enough to be genuine in their interactions
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