I've walked these streets
I know the rhythm and beats
I've see each person twice
Some are cold as ice
Some are naughty
Some are haughty
And some are rather nice
It's all the world in one place
Some grew up, some grew old
Some bought and some sold
There are hawkers and gangsters
There's no happy ever after
Some make a living, some kill
Some are honest, some steal
These streets either make you
Or they will break you
©lenni-x
L