"Say"

Hustle hard on my streets
I need to make the money
Tired of traveling on my feet
and I'm sold for more honey
I need to find an alternative elite
To fix up some more heat
I need to get it straight
At night I should be asleep
Rummaging cars I await
Tryin' to get somethin cheap
On the corner I conjugate
and stray as the black sheep
All about somethin to eat
It's the same routine I repeat
Day after day
Using my fists to break concrete
It just won't work and I pout in dismay
There's something incomplete
and I try and try to pray
Maybe if I stop trying to cheat
I can eat at the world's buffet
Until then I live in these streets
and there's nothing I can say

A "Tony" Poem

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