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Raw Peace


Blue benches, concrete walls, and empty streets

Empty skies, no stars....

But these night time city lights keep me at peace

Cold weather, gray sweater...

Coach always said i could do better

Moms gave up on me

Pops never cared for me

But these night lights always been there for me....

Hunger in my eyes, im too cold with no tears left to cry,

New to this writing stuff

But im tired of this fighting stuff

Wishin my bro wasnt gone

But these streets never had the likes of us......

But he's in heaven now...

Taken at fifteen...

But he's in heaven now...

No roof over me....

But I feel at home ..

No one knows......

Being poor has its pros.....

Raw peace,

A young man climbing out a concrete cliff

For a bright red rose......

 

 

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