Figueroa has all the vowels
That street was my playground
With constant mess
It felt like demons putting me through an endless test
If you can survive this street your a master
With so much pain poverty and grief life so much faster
It will make you surrender to your defeat
That street had me beat
Its a drug infested maze
Needles pipes nostrals and bottles
I never thought it would end this way
On a bus to prison how long shall i stay
All i wanted was money in my pockect
In a cell miserable i wish i could have stopped it
God says"for the love of money is the root to all evil"
All for the love of money left me was a broken heart to heal
Theres not enough bandages to heal this heart
Just the love of God
Reflecting on my past experiences
And a calendar to mark

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