In these mean streets, where I have searched for words to express my enter most feelings, there where I have seen wars break out and end as quickly as they've begun.And it is there on those same streets where I have seen thugs sell there poisoness drugs to unexpecting vitims,for an price greater then you could imagine,and robbing them of their one true happiness, and the happiness all those they love.For it is there on those same streets, I have herd words exchange for little of nothing and seen guns drawn and blazed, pierceing the air with an uneasy silence,because it is there on those mean street it is said that only the stronge survive,but I tell you what about the wronge''And in my neighborhood and where im from,others may not see it but their is hope, in an ray of sun shine in what remains to be seen as an beacon of light though the darkest of times, because on these streets where I live, their are still those that beleive in the stuggle, within the concrete jungle we sometimes call life and the pursuit of happiness, in an place we now know as our home,for I do beleive that while the streets may be where I live, it those not live in me. But this is my philosophy,either we learn to live together as human beings or we will one day die together as fools, each one destroying the other until there is no one left.
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