Disaster need not affect us negatively.

A true mans hustle in the streets, he wants to quit but it is all he has left. His mom was struggling and all he wants to do is make her happy. But the only thing he can do now is turn to god, something he has not done in a long time.

Thugs and dealers.

Poem.

What goes on, on the streets. Told through a poem. Told through A tone that goes along with a beat! Beautiful!

We Americans are losing jobs right and left. It is time for each of us to help each other by doing a different job, one that has been needing our attention for years. The gangsters in our current administration are taking our America away from us, the people. Only you and the rest of us can take it back. We must not stand idle hoping it will right itself, these are thugs of old, it is like Capone and his rowdies have muscled in and are holding us bondage.

Understanding people, from all sides no easy answer or good guides.

She calls only when she needs something what is that. Money don’t grow on trees and I can’t be a shoulder every time your boyfriend decides to get high. Drugs and my friendship don’t mix.

You taunted me so much and just couldn’t see…

A prospective view from my mind. This is how I see why unfortunate people don’t have a chance to make it.