The Streets

by candice   Apr 4, 2006


The streets are harsher than I thought.
There ain't anything that can't be bought.

Its a game that never ends.
It even runs through the pens.

I've been there, and played the game.
Ever since then my life has never been the same.

I was nothing but the gum these nigga's stepped on.
The streets is were I don't belong.

I was like a rag doll being passed around.
The sad part is,its worse than it sounds.

When you have no way to survive, you'll do what it takes.
Putting myself there was the biggest mistake.

I'm home now and the streets can't hurt me anymore.
I'm stronger than I've ever been before.

Other than the pain and damage the streets have done to me,it also taught me things no one could.
Things I never thought it would.

It taught me not to run from the problem,but face it full speed.
It taught me that family is the only one there when your in need.

It made me believe in God more than I did.
I saw God forgives every sin.

He protected me and kept me out of real danger.
I know that one of his angels was that stranger.

To all the people on the streets and in the game too deep.
There's a way out,God words is what you need to seek.

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