How could I feel ; Its all so real ; Pain;
Embeds my brain. And. How could that…
Be. They’re;
Piling up the dead bodies.
In Bulletproof hotel lobbies
Insites where a nurse shoot-up-your-down properly
Northern monopoly
Its flooded. In an open air drug market;
Remarkable profit; Sub tropicals chronic
Users, abusers, thugged out losers.
Breathe…. She…
Breathed her last breath in the alleyway;
She ran away as a kid
And…
It sad to say… The streets a trap;
Praying on the weakest.. Link
We brinked;
The highest H.I.V. rate
I write rhymes…Cause I survived…
And. Time Flies…
On the concrete.
-Nina
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