Born On The Streets. On Our Way To The Tropics. Poem by Eddy Flores

Born on the streets yet on our way to tropics.
Where we dream only of eternal relaxation
Dream of having six figures under our names
Where we dream of making it big.
Whether it be doing it right or wrong.
Where we have a lifestyle of the poor and dangerous.
Wether it be selling a few grams
Where we only dream of turning it into a lifestyle of the rich and famous.
We are only dreamers of both night and day.
We are the fiends.
We are false dreamers,
We are South LDN.