DIVISION STREET BOYS
We do drugs
We play tough
We be rough.
We be angry.
He hate straights.
We screw hoes.
We be our own man.
We drag souls down.
We have shinny coffins.
PROSPERITY
At times, I am uncertain
What to believe
But I have enough time
To be an artist
Enough time
To write my words
And reality
Where I touch
Quiet sky
On the other side
Listening to worlds
Inside.
I let my inner words
Sing.