STANZA ONE
I tried to dream today, and boy was it scary
It felt as though my thoughts had turned dreary
I tried to break loose the shackles on my mind
But it seemed so dark, I almost felt blind
These streets that raised me have become a snare
Stripping my creative mind all but bare
For when I seek to reach for the sun
The streets tell me of how that is no fun
When I reach for the pristine moon
The streets play for me the dreaded tune
And even when I aim for the stars
I am branded by the streets with unseen scars
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