Down the street

by PinkBlue   Feb 9, 2006


Down the street I watch,
a black guy with a good catch,
a beauty with no match,
a body I dreamed to touch.

down the street stood,
children's begging for food,
a days of hunger and system screwed,
still nobody understood.

down the street one peaceful day,
a car suddenly blew away,
why should it always end this way,
someone's making somebody to pay.

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