Streetlights Part I

Under Glaring lights visions of my mind blurred and hazed Of Mom's running in circles, Dad's trapped in a maze_ Living the same cycles of life, refusing to change their ways. Lil sister and bro's facing harsh growing pains__ realize hard work don't guarantee profitable gains. Rate race moving too fast, everyone's driving so crazed_ Fearful of being the last or beaten down to a daze. I'm standing still, where my sweat and tears fell__ ~under the broken street light with my story to tell.~ knee deep in the blood... of my wishing well If the streetlights could talk, what a story they'll tell__ big dreams fall through cracks... when monkeys ride your back. ~Under the broken streetlight with my story to tell_~ Standing knee deep in the blood... of my wishing well I Try to decide__ if Here's where my innocence died__ My purity's lost; so its’ death's Bon-a-fide. ~Under the broken streetlight with my story to tell_~ Big dreams fall through cracks__ with each reality slap stakes were raised; against me, cards were stacked. Life's demands got out of hand_ so I made daring plans__ Got outdone by a con man, had no chance so I ran In jail did we land; first time out, first grandstand Of good luck we craved, yet of fate were depraved. Enslaved victims of the narrow road we’d paved ****Continue to part II....