I live on the Southside
Just along the river side
It’s not far from Pharcyde
It’s a town called the Darkside
It’s not really a bad side
Some think it’s a good side
But a wall divides this side
From the dreams on the other side
Here we weep on the inside
As we smile on the outside
For Life’s hard on the Darkside
For Darkies on the straight side
We’ve got no love for the other side
And expect none from their side
And if you ask me to take sides
I won’t choose that side
For theirs is the upside
There’s bright lights on that side
And the crime wave and homicide
Is not as heavy as this side
Here everyday on our side
You’ll find by the street side
Bodies lying on their side
All victims of homicide
Knew a girl on the Southside
Who lived on the wild side
She was the darling of the wayside
And wanted to flee that poor side
She worked up the roadside
Selling her soul on the side
Sometimes her little girl by her side
Both hooked on the highside
She was charged with Infanticide
For leaving her baby’s side
In grief she took to the deep side
And committed suicide
And there by her grave side
At last by her baby’s side
They planted Lilies on every side
Where they lay side by side
On the stone that marked the head side
Read these words by the grave side
“Here lies a victim of the Darkside
Who lived on the wrong side
She didn’t take to God’s side
So God will be on her side
How could she refuse the Lord’s side
She knew it was the best side
She died by her bedside
Lying naked on her side
Bleeding wrists on each side
Dead eyes staring upside
This beloved of the wayside
With her baby by her side
Lies buried on the hill side
Overlooking the sea side
And as the thief by the Lord’s side
Saw Paradise for choosing the right side
She will find peace inside
For casting her burdens aside.
© Tyrone Terrence 2008
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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