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Street Grime

Travel through my mind

maybe you will find

the real me through time

all I have in this life of mine

is my family and a rhyme

one day we hope to shine

hope we will be doing fine

another day passes we look behind

realize how long we have been on the grind

from selling weed one of a kind

just to relax the mind

homies selling crack on the corner

just to end up in a box made of pine

looking up asking god to show a sign

when they look up they see a street light

when they look down they see a line

but it just keeps playing in rewind

we are all walking blind

in this life this life of mine

or this life of yours

it gets scary R.L. Stein

close calls send chills down your spine

so pour up a glass of wine

of holy grapes picked from a purple vine

I am almost ten out of ten like half past nine

or like a tarnished dime

full of grime and slime

once you clean it up you will see the prime

the reason why

and the way I shine

and that I am doing fine! -TA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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