life gone bad, by adam greenleaf Subscribe to rss feed for adam  greenleaf

A group of kids standing on the corner
they hustlers,looking for a quick way to get paid
slanging rocks cause pheins need it and paper to be made
a chrome glistening in the moonlight. Disputes about who get
the next bite,the big bang that disrupts the night they
scatter like roaches trying to get out of sight.
The gunmen get life while some kid meet fate decaying in the

grave on that cold night.

Posted: 2009-08-14 22:52:53 UTC

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2009-08-20 11:57:50Nutcracker
tragically nice