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A Poem For The Concrete
"Iīm going to Argentina, gotta get outta here.
The people are no good here, donīt got God in their heart"
"Iīve been robbed, got nothing.
No food, no money, nothing!"
"I'm starving!"
"This place ainīt no good, not like America.
Miami Beach, man, thatīs the honey pot.
Goin to get back there one day."
"But it's okay tonight,
because I got God in my heart
and I don't need nothin else
and I can sleep like a baby
on this sidewalk"
The people are no good here, donīt got God in their heart"
"Iīve been robbed, got nothing.
No food, no money, nothing!"
"I'm starving!"
"This place ainīt no good, not like America.
Miami Beach, man, thatīs the honey pot.
Goin to get back there one day."
"But it's okay tonight,
because I got God in my heart
and I don't need nothin else
and I can sleep like a baby
on this sidewalk"
Published 27th May 2014
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27th May 2014 4:16am
oh yeah....
x marks th'spot on that concrete.
my 1st visit to Miami Beach in Feb
mind(&soul)boggling honeypot for sure...felt like an ill-fated dreamworld of human reality
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19th Jul 2014 9:00pm
An epiphany of your sweet motherland's embrace and love. Had one in the Philippines back in 82. Every traveling American has one sooner or later. Nothing like living in the good'ol US of A. Enjoyed.
20th Jul 2014 6:47am
Thanks, i wrote while spendibg the night on a sidewalk at the costa rica-nicaragua border with a homeless dude from the states trying To get to argentina. Most of it is based on him
