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Down into the alley Wherein the fatal and despairing art found Cheapened wine broken Syringes decorating the ground... And the juice from those syringes Cometh by the pound... Down on old cherry street And Jefferson avenue.... Wherein the junkie's shooteth up quick And fast deals cometh by spit, In a place of demon's and fools!!!! Downtown in the juncture of thing's Art the rappers, hip-hoppers, dope boy's of the sling..... Many gangs to ruin Many false lovers to fail. They taketh life by the gun Payeth no taxes, but the jail's... Lost to the world Wordly indeed ... Mother's missing her child 25 to life, to sixteen..... As the cop's art just like those villain's Doing unnatural thing's..... Buying bags themselves Sell it for a profitable dream..... Everyone's out to **** one Everyone's out for the take Whilst the murderer's **** The paper speaketh of everyday **** No country to them, Their city delight's...... Loud music they implore On dark summer nights... Wilt they smile today at thee? Or greet thou with a **** Whilst they filleth thee with ****** connections To give thee a thrill? This is metropolitan living's Wherein all doth fail.... Hold thy signs up and protest Thou just maketh thy own hell.... For if there is no change in thine own heart's How canst thou changeth others? Thou art a world apart...... So maketh connection to God, And throw away thy past.... Later wilt cometh And thy death bed shalt last... So loveth thy neighbor Forgiveth thy last... And look into the mirror in front of thee.... For the mirror is them, For the mirror is thee that thou seeith... If thou seeketh change Thou must find it in thine soul......
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Change first in thy soul, before changing the world..( The glass city)
Down into the alley Wherein the fatal and despairing art found Cheapened wine broken Syringes decorating the ground... And the juice from those syringes Cometh by the pound... Down on old cherry street And Jefferson avenue.... Wherein the junkie's shooteth up quick And fast deals cometh by spit, In a place of demon's and fools!!!! Downtown in the juncture of thing's Art the rappers, hip-hoppers, dope boy's of the sling..... Many gangs to ruin Many false lovers to fail. They taketh life by the gun Payeth no taxes, but the jail's... Lost to the world Wordly indeed ... Mother's missing her child 25 to life, to sixteen..... As the cop's art just like those villain's Doing unnatural thing's..... Buying bags themselves Sell it for a profitable dream..... Everyone's out to **** one Everyone's out for the take Whilst the murderer's **** The paper speaketh of everyday **** No country to them, Their city delight's...... Loud music they implore On dark summer nights... Wilt they smile today at thee? Or greet thou with a **** Whilst they filleth thee with ****** connections To give thee a thrill? This is metropolitan living's Wherein all doth fail.... Hold thy signs up and protest Thou just maketh thy own hell.... For if there is no change in thine own heart's How canst thou changeth others? Thou art a world apart...... So maketh connection to God, And throw away thy past.... Later wilt cometh And thy death bed shalt last... So loveth thy neighbor Forgiveth thy last... And look into the mirror in front of thee.... For the mirror is them, For the mirror is thee that thou seeith... If thou seeketh change Thou must find it in thine soul......
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
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