bags on the bed
socks on the floor
thoughts in my head
knocks on the door
next door
footsteps on the floor
turn the air down
it's cold inside
just got back from down
feeling bold inside
call it that ghetto pride
street code no bribe
kicking off my lugs
hot coffee in a mug
too much walking at night
someone must be dealing
drugs around me
what's that smell
someone's cooking ground meat
must be spaghetti tonight
always something for me to write
it's like catching fish
The Immortal Wize
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