Lemme staye.
ther sweepin me ov streets wer I livbut i dont wanna go, wanna staye
and wach da sun rise
but were bags a shit in ther eyez
lemme staye i will fite for it
i will keep standin and get in yor way
so yu cant sweep us a way
yu cant take from me wer I staye
yu fink yor betta than us but were
humans da same as yu were normul
yu cant do this to us mayte
yu aint evan got da ballz
mush yu fink yor all that
and all i ask iz not for a plase to staye
but to staye in ma street on ma cote
and lyin warm in ma sak
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-13 at 00:06
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