empty medows, walkin ladies with stilettos, sharin a life in the ghetto, lookin through a barely visible window, walkin in the shadows of the hurt and loss of power, crumbs of devour, through rain showers, the bloom of a flower, a lemons sour, lookin..pickin up for a coupl'a fights, jookin be walkin throught the nights, empty streets, corners here and their..with a couple of gangsters waitin for you to pull a hair. bars, smokin, car alarms are off cops be runnin shootin one or two shots brakin flower pots as they run through yards of lots, criminal charge..be held against..alteast liveable, but hard to taste...

Written By Esra Chebli