23 Day - Late Night Write

No one will come to you in your time of need
I lost money because of greed
I rebounded like Malone
Face of stone with a Kenyan runners speed
My name is Damien but God shall lead
I type this in a Reston hospital
Nervous a little
Like security coming to get you
I hear a few of you
Like so and so will do that to you
But y'all never saw W street crews
Busting out the window
Y'all never saw prostitutes in the alley
Bend low
Y'all never had a parka on in the house
No heat, no lights darker than Danzig
Y'all fugazi and would flip your wig
To gaze at the crazed area of the inglorious
Censorious hood
But some look at us as if we have it good
Like Day I make a dollar a day is it misunderstood
You think third world countries feel your pain
Or to them is it engrained
D some think you sound insane
Y'all don't know the former people who are now stains
How is my daily life complaints
You are no saint
And a non self analyzed pic you paint
Turn to the side see fear in my gaze
Eyes blurry through the haze
Ahh security guard says I have to go
Don't imitate life you can't do it like so
Back to the streets
My quest for housing is incomplete

Should I write or type
Some say I gripe
But haven't seen murder
Of any type
All they do is type
Real live talk
Bee hive when I walk

Written by:
Damien Roche

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