These concrete streets
Beneath my feet
Is where I eat and breathe,
And sleep at night.
Tucked in tight
Beneath the street lights,
In these city blocks
Of culture shock.

A result of my faults,
From the choices I made.
Got burned by the fire,
And my life went sour,
On a downward spiral.
Now I must pay,
For I learned the hard way.

This place of disgrace
Is outrageously dangerous,
Everything but safe.
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