This is the life that I live
The streets,
the only place I know
The place where I call home.
Laying here everyday
my once innocent mind is opened
To everything that the street has to offer
gun shots
Raping
fighting
loving
All it has to offer
I see it all
But sometimes it dont see me
I am invisible to those who walk on these street
Racism is still alive
As i lay here in the middle of this side walk
they still walk by me
over me
around me
because i am not one of them
I have been through it all in these street
it gets cold in the winter time
Hot in the summer
But when everyone else turn their backs on me
The street was still my home :)
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