Up at dawn,
but the day goes on.
Fighting for your life,
in sadness and in strife.
The streets aren't for kids,
that's what they say.
But still they make their bids,
even to this day.
Someone has a gun,
and someone has a knife.
It's too late to run,
even for your life.
So they've made up their mind,
and they've made their choice.
Don't think they'll be kind,
don't bother with your voice.
The day comes to an end,
just making ends meet.
Pray for forgiveness, you've sinned;
life's not easy in the street.
Victim of streets' crime I fallen, here in New York City, but nevertheless, I have survived, guess it was not my day...Thank the Lord! This is a very well penned which shows to me that you got a great talent to keep moving on in life...Keep it up! you happen to be in the right track and site, PH,10+++ Love and Peace...(The One and Only) ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good rythm, you and i have a similar style...