The Corner

The eyes of a lion deprived of hope,
like looking down the opposite end of a scope
when everyone around you push dope.
Peter pans lost boys run the street packing all types of heat
when numbers like 5-0 an 10 to 20 don't add up they multiply
and equal a negative. Mommas mourn there sons where cars pass by, they wont look
twice, the old heads stand in alley ways and  hustle dice while
The little kids share dinner and even sleep with the mice.
Like Tarzan in the jungle we act like animals, we devour each other like cannibals
Cereal for breakfast and spam for lunch, we look to sports or rapping
in search of dinner.  Dad said act like a man talk like a man, how
can we when the only one we see is in the mirror? This life is like a
puzzle trying to find all the right pieces, I say look in our eyes that's where you'll
find Jesus.

By: BTT