wings of some seagulls
wings spread out
i look up and hope god is in those wings
it is a bad night brothers from the row
got nowhere to go

lord the silence of the city
in the backstretch crack is cracking
child with rivers running red with life
and green buckets of ham

now it is cracking
rivers on the forehead
spreading wild flame
crack is sizzling
shiit the high goes away
so fast i stick my hand in some ride
and pull out gods high

sun son brother son
city works like the mutherfuucker is alive
i gotta take a hit my mouth so dry
i would go to hell
to be able to
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Great poem, very intense.

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peace