This is dedicated to the

This is dedicated to the streets And to all them desperates hop/ping in the pits We living chanting 'there is no us and ours' Right before the eyes that didn't show no necessary fuss We no longer humans, food we get as discus; the streetwalls, our resort we never discuss In that case we living by the muss We would bear any two days involuntary fasting Three days ago but no streets absconding Bringing any relative names to endearment We would spare your coins for development But fair enough you woulda built that rehab Maybe behind the street slab, a great baobab Never to watch lil bro stomped by a pedicab I pray this becomes an anthem in all those dull alleyways A home that nurtured me back when we was 4 feet tall anyways.