Street Cries Poet Lyric

Voice of the Unheard Da Prequel

BY EZAR

HE WAS ONLY SIXTEEN WITH A FIT SICK CLEAN
FULL OF FOCUS ON LIFE DREAMS

STACKS OF CREAM NICE CARS WITH HIGH BEAMS

ADMIRING DBOYS  WHO CONTROL THE BLOCK 
AROUND THE CLOCK LIKE A MONOPOLY ON STOCKS

CASH FLOW SEEMED TO NEVER STOP
HALF A BRICK HE COPED 

SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS TAUGHT HIM HOW TO CHOP
NOW HES IN A BENZ RECEIVING MAD PROPS

NEW BOO NEW PAD AND A PLATINUM WATCH 
QUICKLY HE WENT FROM BOTTOM TO TOP 

THATS WHAT HE THOUGHT NOT REALIZING  DA DRAMA IT BROUGHT

D.E.A SHOWING UP AT THE SPOT WITH GUNS COCKED
LIFE AS HE KNEW IT JUST STOPPED 

DOING A BID IS WHAT THE JUDGE DROPPED 

NOW HES LOOKING AT A HOUR GLASS WHILE TIME PASS
NO WHERE TO GO IS THE AFTERMATH 

NO COUCH TO CRASH NO WHERE TO BATH 
SO LIVING ON THE STREETS IS ALL HE HAS

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