The Streets

Poem about life on the streets

The Streets:

Dem streets is hard, dem streets is rough,
You whone survive less you is tough.

You whone be happy, you whone get wealthy,
You be damn lucky if you stay healthy
.
I loss my brutter, I loss my dad,
Loss all da truss I ever had.

Loss a girl who like me, she be a ho,
Seems all bout losses any mo.

Wanna leave dis life, aint no good here,
Can't do it cause I'm full a fear.

You could help me, I knows you can,
But you whone, you happy, you is da MAN.