A/N: I have never showed anyone one of my songs, so ya'll are special. Please no flames. This song/poem is called the The East Side. Please R & R, it would be greatly appreciated.
I'm from the East Side
The run down side of town
Where crime goes wild
And the bars are always occupied
On the East Side
I'm from the wrong side of the tracks
Where the girls are always crazy
And the boys are always lazy
Don't need a lotta money
But friends are always multiplied
From the East Side
The other side
Where there's Thugs and hoods and drugs
Don't socialize
With the West Side
Green-grey eyes
Melted puddles like ice
Getting jumped every day of my life
The lower East Side
The 'Nam draft's creeping up
On our East Side boys
Slicked back greased hair
Switchblade in our pockets
Old T-Shirt
Small homes, big city, tall crime
Don't like no fuzz and don't stay sober
It's rough all over
On the east side
You know we'll all die
Desperate violent and young
It may sound rough
But it sure is tuff
Hood, Hood, your no good
From the east side