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The Bronx
Streets I've followed
Formed on the
Backs of immigrants
Although many adapted
Much like all around
Sickened by the flavor
Blood drips in cracks
Backs forgotten and
Transformed
Rocks cut the line
Thin and revealing
Change happens quick
Easy to get lost
In shadowy schemes
Paved by consumption
Waste dropped on the side
Fire couldn't extinguish it
Ride ready and dead