• The Streets

    the streets are were the music starts were the bells ring were the guns shoot,
    were people sewrve to the annonomous beat,
    and cars send confusion in the twilight air,
    were we dance to the collision,
    and the heavans sing,
    were steps are taken,
    were we are formed to the people we are now,
    were tallent starts,
    with a simple shuffle or a hop or a scooch or a bang,
    here on the STREETS!