The Streets Are My School

The Streets are my teacher
I've learned so much than what I could learn in a classroom
Next thing 20 years down the line I'll be cleaning up people's room
Thanks streets taught me how to make living
Cause when you broke you ain't feeling like breathing
I can spend six months on my own learning things
But they make us waste 12 years of our lives
They even killing our dreams at a young age
You can learn 12 years at school but you won't realize paper runs the world
The streets teach you in a month that you need paper
Life prepared me for the future
I can with some stuff cause of the streets
You might think hate runs it but it's the drive that keeps them alive

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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