© aloine-racheal
When asked what the street life is
I say, I lived in the ghetto
Where life was undeniably crazy
Judged by your breath and appearance
Strive to get a name
Beaten to strive harder.

Sluggishness was not permitted
Else you'll get hurt till you wisen up
Rough features were the face of the men
Hard and tough beauty owned the women.

Everyone was your enemy
And everyone was your friend
Calculating your points of defense
Backing it up with violence.

No one knew their reason for living this type of life
All we're aware of is us being thrown into this world bitterly and aggressively
I didn't choose this world
No time to cry, no time to think, no time for questioning
Fight life with what you have, give it what it gave you
Reciprocate it all, not living a single one out.

Over the years, I learnt to give...