Along I Tread
I gotta break free from captivity.
I was looking for hospitality
But got met with uneasy shrugs,
The offering of drugs,
And a lot of hostility.
Cuz the streets ain't a place for 17-
Kicked out to face reality-
Couch hopping to a better calamity.
And now I'm packed up with a happy community;
Nobody fueds with me.
I'm basking in this new found beauty
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