Written by Chaka PX
My Street and I
We bonded in knowledge of good and evil,
Dressing in formality of our speeches.
I crave a happy ending with default foundations,
All there is my joy in sorrow of hard work.
We reap where it was never sown,
I create nuisance even when necessary
We own the street and drives its judgement.
No contention with my ability,
i look right and left and do the worst.
I am born with readiness to all there is to take life,
The Tout Delight justice to the unjust,
Vineyard with no grapes.
I work hard and live on little,
so help us the street.