life gone bad
By adam greenleaf •
A group of kids standing on the corner
they hustlers,looking for a quick way to get paid
slanging rocks cause pheins need it and paper to be made
a chrome glistening in the moonlight. Disputes about who get the next bite,the big bang that disrupts the night they scatter like roaches trying to get out of sight.
The gunmen get life while some kid meet fate decaying in the
grave on that cold night.