i was born on concrete when i was sixteen streets were mean
i have been robbed drunk and sober
i have shiit myself so many times i had friends who drank piss
we used to burn our arms to see who would win dogs dogs
away from the hogs dogs camping out on beaches in alleys
drunk roaring song in midnight so drunk you do not need a blanket
to keep warm police fuuck the police blackouts i could not stand
having no memory yet i still kept it up voices voices trash digging
god doing his corner handout i have fuucked up my life
now i win

We rise,,,, Humble is your soul

Concrete Waves are a blessing in disguise

Awesome work Jimz..