Poverty find it's way downtown in the form of oddly placed statues
Poised in pain
Draped in neon lights
I see blood red KFC
Bright yellow Micky D's
A thin line between everything I ever wanted
Or sleaze and disease
Looking poor but mentally free
Cornered by the mob chanting buy now buy now
Be everything you ever wanted to be
Illusion of a devil in lingerie rolling my vice
Nah, I blew smoke towards the moon in isolation
A hard time growing up
Drinks poured and blunt tips blowing up
Tired fingers swiping on the latest app
As I shift uncomfortably
Right or left, matches or not, no matter
This isn't me
A Santa bag of excuses that served as self-stitched nooses
I wove em
Walked the plank on my own terms and concrete nose-dove em
dtr
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