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Heart of The City
There ain't no love in the heart of the city
Where living conditions are rather shitty
Bullets are flying like in a Call of Duty game
Lives keep expiring; it's a pity and a shame
It's said the game's to be sold but never told
I'm exclaiming loudly that many won't grow old
Hands are forced to fold, even with a full house
Left behind are kids and sometimes a spouse
How can we douse the flames of raging infernos?
There're no reset buttons; this ain't Nintendo
Aficionados of peace want the killings to cease
Instead of family gatherings for loved ones deceased
Where living conditions are rather shitty
Bullets are flying like in a Call of Duty game
Lives keep expiring; it's a pity and a shame
It's said the game's to be sold but never told
I'm exclaiming loudly that many won't grow old
Hands are forced to fold, even with a full house
Left behind are kids and sometimes a spouse
How can we douse the flames of raging infernos?
There're no reset buttons; this ain't Nintendo
Aficionados of peace want the killings to cease
Instead of family gatherings for loved ones deceased
Published 26th Jan 2022
| Edited 28th Jan 2022
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26th Jan 2022 3:31pm
A true story of how many stories can be written about the struggles between the characters of society right on brother poet 🙏👊👊👊 truth at finest 👊
2nd Mar 2022 9:27pm
There are several lines and metaphors here that hit hard, especially to close to some of us.
It's gotten ugly and yet it's hard to remain optimistic.
Great flow and write.
It's gotten ugly and yet it's hard to remain optimistic.
Great flow and write.
