BY GLORIA O’KOYE
These streets will never love you
Young one,
Realize before it’s too late.
Loyalty is foreign
In politics,
Your circle would leave you in the ditch!
Then hug your loved ones
While they are crying,
Saying
You’ll be missed.
That wounds will heal in time
And let the heavens
Deal with it.
These streets won’t protect you
My child,
They barely go in depth with its price!
Pick
One
Bail or doing time,
Either way you’ll cough up
This expensive life!
These streets don’t love you,
Young one,
Your stripes
Won’t pay for your grave.
The end result is the same
Don’t think you’ll beat this generational game!
These streets won’t love you
These streets never will.
They have their own agenda
It won’t care
Who it’ll stomp on
It feeds on mother’s tears.
Young one
Live your life,
There so much this lifetime has to offer!
The tip of the iceberg may be mesmerizing
But it will sink your ship,
No clear
Positive outcome
Don’t even bother!
These streets don’t love you
They only look out for themselves!
Don’t make the same fatal mistakes
Made by older heads.
