Distributing drugs slithering through hooks with Hope over making quick money
Sometimes I chase both money and illegal enemy and be chase at for money
Sleep one eyed ready to jump over to avoid handcuffs
Cage myself from being a true me but living under a foreign skin
Take anything illegal make it legal thinking that will move to prosper
Making close friends otherwise bringing foreigners closer for fear
Always paranoid that anytime it may be the roof above me caving in
Rifting right off coming down right at me
Get little, sometimes huge on the streets but kills my span the older I get
Girls await me supposing I'll make but go to jail if I didn't
Nodding and swiveling head 360° just for fear
Is either I watch out or someone's watch would yield against me
Turn my life into a totalled mess before I could blink off
Living two or more kinds of life but at none of those I'm better
Better strip myself off these streets or get scrapped by some prosecutors
Those that my well being means zilch to, so don't care to hide away me till my last breath is off me
I pray to Holy Lord to free my stress off these streets they my struggles rest on
And enlighten my way and also lighten this Load off my shoulders
To make it out of these dark and darkening streets
Just before I soon lose my head to it ...!
©Racecourz
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