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Hideous streets


These streets breaths in silence And writes us all in sentence Forever chained in this corners With code names,I swear you don't want to see these hideous streets come to live at night These streets are covered With dark blankets with Blood stains of fallen street Soldiers that died with open Wounds from war zones In these streets These streets has eyes that Cries pain suffered by every Mother and Sister and all The brothers that put their Hearts and souls to these streets These streets are filled with Scars of knifes that have been Stuck behind a real n**ga's backs Oh!my God this streets are hideous These streets got an addiction That just won't were off Because nothing replaces that Moment and feeling you get When you burn trees that never Go on fire but the smoke forever keeps You happy. These streets have crash on powders that clears your view on life like a high definition God damn these streets are just to hideous These streets has flashes with images Drawn like pages symbolising the Art of life that very true artist has Portrait in their journey. These streets got empty heads That got legs running around Hustling just to feet the addiction Of these streets I swear to God that not even a True thug has the balls to face This hideous face of the street alone Because these streets are more dangerous Than we think,they drink young blood To stay strong and appealing to The eye of every power hungry soul and vulnerable money seekers coding each one and preparing each one for the war which takes place night after night and day after day Be careful when you out in these streets Because n**gas start hating when You choose to walk a different path that these streets will never approve of you. These streets breaths in silence And writes us all in sentence Forever chained in this corners With code names,I swear you don't want to see these hideous streets come to live at night These streets are covered With dark blankets with Blood stains of fallen street Soldiers that died with open Wounds from war zones In these streets These streets has eyes that Cries pain suffered by every Mother and Sister and all The brothers that put their Hearts and souls to these streets These streets are filled with Scars of knifes that have been Stuck behind a real n**ga's backs Oh!my God this streets are hideous These streets got an addiction That just won't were off Because nothing replaces that Moment and feeling you get When you burn trees that never Go on fire but the smoke forever keeps You happy. These streets have crash on powders that clears your view on life like a high definition God damn these streets are just to hideous These streets has flashes with images Drawn like pages symbolising the Art of life that very true artist has Portrait in their journey. These streets got empty heads That got legs running around Hustling just to feet the addiction Of these streets I swear to God that not even a True thug has the balls to face This hideous face of the street alone Because these streets are more dangerous Than we think,they drink young blood To stay strong and appealing to The eye of every power hungry soul and vulnerable money seekers coding each one and preparing each one for the war which takes place night after night and day after day Be careful when you out in these streets Because n**gas start hating when You choose to walk a different path that these streets will never approve of - PRINCE MORETSI,South Africa
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Prince Moretsi

My name is prince moretsi am a young and ambitious writer/poet from south africa.

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