The powerful, painful and unpleasant streets of Philly
Is what many call me
I watched your mother grow up
And grow out
Went from hop scotching
To hopping around like a grasshopper.

I watched your father go sell dope
Because he wanted to be a dope…
Or like the older guys selling dope
he wanted to be fast
And now he’s nature of the past.

You were born on this painful planet
and placed into the palm of my hands
I took  you in and made you apart of me

I took you, raised you
Killed you and then sent you
Back to your mother
To be put six feet under

I don’t love you
Can’t you see
It was all apart of the plan

Sincerely The Streets of Philly


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