The Streets

The Streets 
Drive bys and drug busts, the street life is no game 

Watchin’ your homies die, all we have ever known is pain 

In and out of jail, never had a chance at all 

Locked on for so long with no one to call 

Everyone here in jail got a sob story to tell 

Out there on the street, nicks and dimes they sell 

We do it to survive, not enough to pay rent but just enough to eat 

Living in abandoned apartments with no water or heat 

My friends all belong in a gang, it’s all we have ever known 

Stealin’ and sellin’ to get by, behavior the law doesn’t condone 

There is no way out, can’t get a job with a felony in your name 

So we do what we have to do to survive, life in the streets isn’t a game 

Reviews

[Toni Blackerby]

the streets arnt a game and i love this poem

[Alexandria Reece]

With such eloquence you write this, applying an appropriately unsettled and street-style undertone. Very well done Mystik :)

[Mystik]

Thank you! It means a lot to me that you like it :)