Word Vomit

On The Street

Crying had become a thing of the past,

Lying was my present and future at last.

To get around, you break some rules,

And get into fights you might win or lose.

Its not so easy for we without money,

We struggle and suffer for a little bit of honey.

Our clothes are ripped and dirty,

Our hands are rough and ready,

To steal,

To kill,

Anything to get by,

And not to die.

For we at the bottom,

Will stay at the bottom.

Crafty and smart enough to survive,

Hidden and strong enough to save our lives.