The Streets Of Manhattan Is My Home

The Streets Of Manhattan 

The streets of Manhattan is my home

That's the roof top of my dome

I have nowhere else to go

Living the lifestyle like the water in the hoes

This fast pace, won't give you an official base

School too expensive and these jobs hard to find

The park is where I whine and dine

People look at me like I'm lazy

While I look at their lives and say

"Their crazy"

A question I ask

Where is the love?

The poor dressing rich

While the rich is dressing poor

There is no equilibrium

My eyes are my teachers

My books are my preachers

I am a rebel

But society looks at me like I'm the devil!

          

     ~Wizdom The Healer~