A Hungry Poet
Walkin' through these streets without anything to eat.
Dirty shirt and dirty shoes on his feet.
Tryin' make it but the streets isn't easy.
Pen in his ear with a notebook on his side.
With this he plans his raise.
He watches the birds fly away without a care in the world, in his mind he wishes
he can do the same.
But he steady find his self stuck in the street game.
Black bandana round his forehead one around his leg.
Even doe he knows the fast life goin' have him endin' up dead.
"I'm goin' hustle till my girl and me pack up and live this city."
That's what he said.
He tried prayin' but nothing changed.
"I don't want to do this but a brother got too eat."
He had this state of mind since he lost his friends and family.
Naw, not from death or sickness.
"They just turned their backs' on me."
That's what the young poet said as he shook his head.
But he had one person he can still trust.
Her name's Kelsea and she's his world.
She's pretty, understanding, and you know having a good head on her shoulders
was a must.
She's so much like him in so many ways, a outsider lookin' in wouldn't even be
able to comprehend.
He said they're goin' be together till end.
"If I turn that into a lie it's goin' be my worst sin."
She believed in him and everything he do.
"Don't worry Denny I'm goin' take care of you."
In the back of his mind he knew it was way pass the truth.
They sit on a windy hilltop lookin' at the stars holdin' hands.
until she said to him.
"Well? What's its goin' be?"
he replied back.
"You already know baby. Time to hit the streets, 'cause I'm still hungry."
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