Free Cee 125th Beat

A HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIFTH BEAT He and I strolled the streets in the rain he and I strolled the streets in pain each hoping the man on 125th street would be there two young white boys strolling the streets in fear we'd heard the man had some extraordinary dope but when no one answered his door we lost all hope there ain't nothing worse than a door that stays closed he and I strolled the streets without a prayer we supposed he and I had a burning dug deeply in our souls each with the same dreams and the very same goals we shared a heart that hurt inside and cared about nothing but for our pain to subside he and I looked for the man on 125th street walking bent over, weak, sick and beat our today and tomorrows would never be made clear two young white boys strolled the streets in fear © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~