my life is so full of corruption br drugs money prostitution drowning my streets that i call home br br home of all death with the motion of a bullet br piercing holes in hearts and minds of young soldiers br who fought for survival br br women selling themselves for nothing more than a white pebble br on a flea infested mattress br look at baby girl watching in her corner as tears leave those br beady little eyes br br i cry out to my streets that i call home br end this nightmare br br crack fiends injecting poison into their veins br eyes rolling to the back of their head br br then leaves them slumped over the arm of the chair br dead for days or weeks to come br br i cry out to her streets that i call home br end this nightmare br br i cry out to his streets that i call home br end this nightmare br br i cry out to our streets that i called home br end this nightmare br br i praybr br elena wintersbr br