Death before dishonor only heightens the fall_
This shit is deeper than these streets:
A prideful heart blind to the plights of this Masochist cycle; mentality survival so every Step forward feels as if I'm on a treadmill Moon walking like Micheal.
Tell me, what am I to do when narcotics fail To abate the Pain and trauma from cells Mentally bar visage of green Pastures?
"Get it how you live, have your ears to the Streets, and Keep ten toes down like bare feet On concrete!"
That's all I've ever known.
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Concrete
PoetryWe live in a society where our melanated brothers are deemed malefactors and placed at the bottom of America's social totem pole. "Concrete" enlivens the wails of all these swarthy voice unheard. It giving testimony to the plight unseen by so many...
