thestreets
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Driving down my street and what do I see?
Groups of young men that all have the potential to be
future LAWYERS, DOCTORS, TEACHERS, and DENTISTS
but they don't see this; they THINK the truth is
Fiends, fixes and critics skit
all quick t- shift their feet
toll road hits ditches, chickens n’
pigs [pens inattentively stitched in the streets.]
Everywhere you go: it's "bitch!"
Running away.
Maybe for a day.
See who cares,
When I stray to far from the walkway.
Just pray That I'll be ok
And hope I'll be back today.
