what happens when you try to beat the street

My special place is not special at all,
it is loud dirty and dangerous their are grown men that stand by the street corner,
that smoke and drink all day and holler at young school girls.
I live in the deep depths of brownsville, the heart they call it but brownsville is frozen cold
and so are some of the people.
violence stole brownsville’s soul which left the city streets real real cold
Brownsville will never be the same it starts with all the people then change will work it’s magic.

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