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