These Streets
These streets are where the devil lives
Where temptation and things from your nightmares exist.
No time for doubts or pessimists
To survive you need the heart of a man ready to conquer Everest
Behind the bright lights, hectic city nights
lurks a sinister side
one that can be seen through a blind man’s eyes.
So stick to walking a straight path
if not it’s going to get dark,
because that knife cuts deep it leaves more then a mark,
to many mothers and family’s getting ripped apart.
These streets will steal your style and charisma,
roll them up with tobacco and ignite them in a rizla,
all for what ?,
for your name to be forgotten and your presence not missed,
just to end up another statistic on a ever growing list.
So Stop and think,
before your life becomes part of the payment,
you don’t want to be fifteen years old dying alone on the pavement.
Copyright © Sam Russell | Year Posted 2023
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