On the way to the corner store i saw Life I saw her I saw her in the blue collar brotha home from a hard days work, shoulders drawn tight, paycheck crushed in a hard fist, insufficient to say the least. eyes hopeless under drawn brows, as he rushes to a waiting wife. I saw her in the crack fiend mumbling past me fighting demons only he can see In his world, beauty is in a needle and love and laughter comes soon after. his fix is his anaesthesia, but she is one hard M***** I saw her in the prostitute her *** barely covered in that skin tight, bright bright, ima get some tricks tonite shorts skirt trying to work her charms(hmmph what charms?) on some hustler brother, who is willin to pay the dollar for her favors. I saw her in the teenage girl not quite sixteen she want to be a beauty queen, cause it better than what life has given her it seems for school is an option, money is a luxury beside she got to to do what she gotta cause baby on the way and the daddy just left her. I saw her in the little kid sitting on the stoop absorbing evaluating all this in his unformed mind to comprehend this and live it is a decision that is already made the phony pleasures the street offer there is no give and take On my way to the cornerstore i saw Life and despite the fact im feelin her she aint much to look at at all.