Sometimes I miss those neon streets

The shaking walls and banging beats

Late night shades and blinking boards

Those dark alleys and empty roads

A haunting silence and those laughs

All those boys with better halves

Burning cigarettes and rising smoke

The drunken souls that felt so broke

The chambers filled with fading lights

I miss those talks and aimless nights

The sky scrapers piercing the clouds

Our small bodies lost in our shouts

All the alley fights at godly hours

How those gangs called them wars

I guess I know, I lost 'me' somewhere

Between the high walls back in there

Among those crazy crowds of town

Their hollow laughs even when down

They painted madness on my heart

Heads high in pain, you know it's art..

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