Step out threw the old white doorway with chipped white paint
Like the contents within it's belly, the doorway robbed of its face
My black and white converse with a gaping hole in the side takes the street
I take a furious pace down the red and orange checkerd walks of the east
Reach to my pocket, hit the button of my walkman and toggle the volume
Trying to dround out the sounds of evils chimes in so many sizes n' volumes
Look to my right and see the local drug dealers looking so suspicious
Know about how they currupt the community but no one goes against this
Steady keep my stride as I turn my head back and look at the ground walking
Music blaring yet so many thoughts break this distractions taunting
Walk past an ally way and see the usual mad getting beat, seams so familiar
Keep walking past because why should this man make this instance differ
Walking faster tryning to not let my feeling and thoughts get the better of me
Hit the volume of my player to keep myself away from a better part of me
A block away my disc begins to skip as so I pull my walkman outa my pocket
Battery bar finished, nothing left to distract with I look back an though this
To many times are the weak taking for granite by the lesser a man
Its time for me to step up and take more then walk, have to take a stand
Run back jacket flairing in the wind hat blew off on my way back to the ally
skid to a stop staring down what decision I had chose to have thrown at me
To Be Continued...