The Streets

Let’s take a walk down the street
Look at all my people starving; can’t eat
The crack pipe rolling still hot
No place to lay a cot
Every person has a hustle
Don’t get caught in a tussle
There are the addicts, dealers, and forgotten
Mouth so dry; it feels like cotton
Haven’t had a bite to eat today!
Begging since 5am melting away
Tired of thieves in shelters
Wearing everything I own; feeling sweltered
Wrong decisions clouding my head
Oh, how I wish I had a bed
Selling my body on these corners
Got the wrong John
Now my parents are mourners