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And This Is My Home?!
By Jose
(Jay) Duenas
Im from where the
names meet / Finch Ave and Jane Street communities weak / so they dont speak / to police theres no / rest or peace / jus kids holdin heat holdin on to whats left / of they heartbeats / on the street walkin on thin rope / quickly fall into dope can't find hope / jus fine weed to smoke / so u kno we watchin too many movies / living too many lies smokin too many blunts / living ready to die suicide is nice / we shoudn't think of it as good but as least he killed himself / and not caught by the hood while ya'll live a nine to five / moms living double time and thats fine / pops wit the kids / drunk and high kids cry hopin gods there / and if he is can he hear our prayers / from here / under so much fear believe me / i grew up in all this poverty / been threw hell in a cell but god came back for me / so please see / that i love my block but this pain has to stop / united we stand / and watch the guns drop for now its jus a dream for the poor / but they aint sure tired of dreams / tired of hoping for more tired of bringing back empties / to buy milk from the store tired of walkin down the street / without bumpin into a whore wakin in the morning / to see a bum sleepin / in front of the door but he aint to blame / he has no name / jus askin for some simple change and honestly / in our mind frame / we all want the same |
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