Hard times in life, when you live in tha slums,
searching for “soul and life” though crumbs,
destroyed at birth and treated like scums(waste),
words cant express you, so your voice is mums(silent),
hated by people and consider as bums,
when you really gifted at hand, just need some love,
so you turn to tha streets when you need your hugs,
and it awaits with open wings like doves,
question by police so Your answer is shrugs,
hatred in their eyes, so Their answer is lugz,(think bout it)
when you live your Life on tha Streets, your consider as thugs,
tha Streets feels your pain and understand your smugs,(virtue)
tha Streets give you a home and keep you snug,
tha Streets a protect you as if it was groves,
tha Streets is our home and tha home of tha thugs...
 
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