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Grit & Grime

Dead soilders crunch under feet
Where stained bricks and alleys meet.
Pass along the paper bag,
Spark up a jack, take a drag.
Dime bags sold from corner stores.
Addicts, dealers, pimps and whores.
Living, dying, day by day.
No time for sleep where I stay.
Daily hustle on the flow,
Torn flyers read, "Just Say No!"
Born to this, I'll never leave.
No way out that I perceive.

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Dead soilders are empty drug vials. A jack is a cigarette.
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Wow!! Very powerful write arsin. So raw. I enjoyed this.

Thank you! I really enjoyed writing this one.

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