The City and I

Some lyrics I wrote.

I've had crazy nights

stayed up far past midnight

had some really good times

but only with the wrong guys

I've seen the druggies

walking among me

people would pass by

they couldn't tell the difference

I've lived the city streets

but it means not a thing to me

I've begged for money

but not enough to make end's meat

To get the things I need

you wouldn't believe the things I've seen 

the things I've had to do

just so I can support you

These filthy city streets

feel just like home to me

I know it's wrong but

I need to get along so 

I'll walk these city streets

live my life in harmony

with the druggies

and the psychopathic creeps

But I'm not like them

just trying to get to the end

people will judge me

doesn't mean a thing, you see,

I'm only trying 

to survive in this city. 

Author's Note

Thoughts?

Reviews

[Sue Hart]

Tough life you've given breath to. It's a reality most wish to turn away from and pretend it doesn't exist. Good write, Moebia. By the way, how do you pronounce your name?

[Moebia]

Well, my real name is Paula. :P But it's pronounced mo-eh-bee-uh!

[Sue Hart]

Good to know. If I'm to remember the person, it helps to know the name, even if it is Moebia or Paula. Thanks for sharing.

[Moebia]

No problem. (:

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My thoughts are you did awesome speaking of the city and the life in the city, Sure many shall judge but we only have 1 judge that really matters:)

[Moebia]

Thank you!

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Your very welcome:)

[Sami Khalil]

Thank you for sharing all of that with us and about the life of a city...Bravo..............