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What would this city be like
If no one dies tonight?
If bullets stop flying?
If innocent lives weren’t dying?
Because these streets are like a war zone
And one night you just might not make it home
Tell me what would Kensington be like if there wasn’t any drugs?
And when will the city truly become the city of brotherly love?
Because there’s too many stories to tell
How a life has ended under the cities El
And over there on Lehigh
They’re prostituting just to get high
I’m just wondering what would the city be like
If no one overdosed tonight
And right outside of city hall
A homeless man sleeps up against a wall
Thirsty and hungry
To understand it takes the strong me
Cold and alone
Abandoned buildings now called home
I just wonder what the city would be like
If no one went hungry tonight
And I don’t want the city to be portrayed this way
So I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure it doesn’t stay this way
Philadelphia!
Copyright © Morris Derry | Year Posted 2021
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I share a tent with three people I just met a day ago
skid row
I know my family wonders where I'm at
How I could just pick up everything and leave like that
I just felt that I've put them through enough hell already
That I gave them enough of a story to tell already
They no longer needed to see my pain
And I no longer wanted to have to constantly explain
That I'm an addict
That something so tragic like heroin and I got to have it
That I'd make deals for it and steal for it
That I'm so sick that I know I would kill for it
Up and down the avenue I roam
And I cry every time I think of home
These streets will roll you right back in
Another lost soul here in Kensington
And I've tried to make it out
I tried to make sense of what my life is about
But somehow life always brings me here for a visit
and every time I never resist it
I know my family will never understand
That none of this was ever my plan
But the needle that dangles from my arm is a misguided solution to my troubles
To my struggles
I know that one day on these streets I will die
And I'm sorry for not having a chance to say goodbye
Because I may not make it through the night
So let this be the ending story of my life!
Copyright © Morris Derry | Year Posted 2021
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