The streets are reaL

But the streets are real

The streets have it's charm,
Attracting the lost and desperate,
The poor and unoppurtuned
Presenting a sense of brotherhood
and portraying it as the only survival,
Where as loyalty is uncommon

In the streets, there are codes
It's uncivil and unspoken
And betrayal is tortuous death
there are no rules
Only the suited survive
And the weak,
Willing target for easy exploits

But in reality,
Is it worth offering up the conscience
For temporary riches and power?
And a notoriety that may end,
in prison, death or worse.

So look before you jump,
Into the insidious world of streets
Think thrice and more
There is no going back.
On this one way route, towards destruction