I live in an...
Orchestra of crossing lights; Sights of soft hues blend to create and meet...
Reds, Oranges and Greens play a soulful tuen on the concrete
As i, watch.
The junkie walks in a sad tone accross the sidewalk waiting for his next hit
Yet hoping to kick it.
The casual graffiti writer slaps a sticker slyly on the side of the library on the corner
Waiting.
For the next man to go over his tags so he can take their style and make it their own...
I live in a...
Symphony of car's hues, old men talking of blues... The Good Ol' Dayz.
Street fights, police swipes,
reliving old lows and acheiving new heights
Walking past decayed fire houses and listen to the stories of "Don't Walk" Lights
iPods, mixtapes and fake BAPE hoodies in the corner's sneaker store, playin cards and hustlin in the back
But i can't blame em...
It's hard down here.
It's the...
Broken street symphony,
where lives are taken and dreams get faded with the sidewalk chalk from the playground
But we make it anyways.
~CODA
10|13|06
itz kinda old but i stil like it
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