Life in the Bricks


I shut my eyes and all my mental thoughts that flow become superficial...
A process that brings me back down to my very own sanity where I visualize on my reality...
And who ever said that the streets weren't meant to be mean never gotten a dose of shots ringing on murder scenes...
But growing up in the bricks where chicks turning tricks just to relinquish their feelings of fiends...
Where all my brother keepers gather to reminisce in peace looking for answers on why our brother got lost to the streets...
People come and go everyday especially in the hood where thugs play, fighting for streets that will never be theirs but they fight for reverence so they really don't care...
And getting a job for them has proven to be less important, they rather sit in corners with the possibility of getting their chest split wide open...
Society under one nation bloodshed thugs under one declaration code of honor due to democracy where silent wars rule our city streets...
For if peace ever would walk among us would all this negative mentality seizes to exist uniting us all in empathy...

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