Free Cee 125th Beat
125th 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 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 our tomorrows would never be made clear
as two young white boys strolled the streets in fear
© 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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