The Street, The Sinking Sand Poem by Ozioma Anieto

Listen to him, that knows the truth,
Young hustlers, intention so good,
Your hopeless dreams, and foolish thought
Fierce battles surely not against flesh and blood...

Live or die, the street doesn't care,
A crazy Island, no map for a guide,
"No mistake, rookie", you are the only guard,
That cross so heavy, is for you to bear.

Go to the street, see for yourself, the reality arena,
Mickle field; sickly freak, slippery as banana.

The street do deceive, all that believe,
in fantasies; their desire,
Bring in the fear, call all the shot,
your story no one will admire.