Where I Live - Poem by Bri. Stro.
where i live, hookers and racists coming threw the streets,
where i live try to survive, cause your just a piece of meat,
where i live 80 homeless people on the side, wanting some money.
they threw away there live for drugs and honeys
where i live is a place no one wants to be.
so take this advice,
love, like, live in the place you are, and make sure your kids do not live the way i did when they are a child,
i will try to survive for a while.
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