Walk these streets
One foot in front of the other
Treading in these old pre holed shoes
Feelin the moisture creepin in as my feet squelch in tune
Shadows cast littered into the gutter
Dwell on the living as the poor continue to suffer
I get vertigo looking up
See the ladder a mans gotta climb
To get the screws he deserves
Colliding with those in propriety and three legged dogs
As they bow wow wow
Mumma dont look at me now
Fair haired boys wrapped in ties
Surf the electronic instead of the waves
Chasing the dollar and not the dreams
That their daddy would have craved
Slipped in silver licked on an envelope
Placid like we deserve
Dipped in mainstream collective thoughts
Dreams benign reflective of the curve
Haphazard maelstroms dictate pure thought
Synapsis align in threes
Look to the ground
The earth
Where from we rise
And are placed upon reserve
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