Da City Sleeps

If da street could write
Wat would dey say?
Last nite dey spoke,
In a rydem dat lay unbroken
Till da light of day.
Dis is wat dey said
' Feed ma troops on da corners,
Reppin fo me, n den call dem in.'
' To ma brothels n ma
Helpless hurtin hospitals,
but only long enuff to rest.'
' Den send dem bak out to ma corners,
to ring out ma money to support me.'
Once da street stopped speakin
N lay silent once again
I asked da city cornas and streets
' Dearest City, why do ya send
Ur children into da darkness
to hurt and den to bleed?'
' Dis is not wat ur children need,
Dey need a home to sleep and b
Safe in.'
Da city spoke again
Wit the wisdom of
Old Alcapone and Johnny D,
' If dey did not suffer, den I would not breathe.'
' Dey suffer to make my City Streets FAMOUS.'
I shoke my head n walked away
One day I will return
To make ma city wat it should b.