Life on the streets

I thought of how I and my homies spent time together

But now I realise that this will not last forever.

There's dirt around

Which makes it hard to step freely on the ground.

Life on the streets is not precious

But the diseases are contagious.

This life forces us to wear plastics as hats

But when we're bored we play with rats.

Most of the street have mud

And all I do is think about all the soft buds.

The mud is so thick

And can make you sick

I know I never cry

But knowing that I won't reach the sky

Makes me want to sigh

And cry at the same time.

Because of not having baths we stink

Just like the rotten sinks

And we don't have much to drink

Which makes it hard for me to wink.

This has given me the reason to abandon this life

And maybe get some few children and a wife