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Nightmare of the Street

The screams draw blood
The bullets fly faster
The place grows quite
The sirens  wail
The person falls to the ground
The car speeds off
The gang runs free
All of this having an impact on me
Man pronounced dead for nothing
I start to break from pressure
The streets are rough
The streets are no longer a place for me to be
I pull out mi flag
Then fold it up nice
Its sits in the lock box with pictures and a gap
Hopeing that one day ill go back
Written by thepunisher (PsyChopAth)
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