Filled with cracks, pot-holes, and evil temptations
Chris Christie and I made a promise that i hope we both plan to keep.
His with the state, and mine with this street
The debris I will not sweep
Instead, it sits there as an image i plan to keep
(pause)
The remainder is some sort of a project
Since my craft is one of turning shit into gold
The street will be named Glory, scratch that, Golden Rd
I walk this road not by choice, but through embracement
I wrap my arms around my realities, but also my dreams
When i reach the end the road started and the road finished are one in the same
I smile because it started as a road of shit
But ended
Not as a boulevard of shame.
Photo: www.radixonline.org
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