A Hollis Alleyway is where I call home But.... In the minds of the money fortunate, Its where bodies are found, or where the neighborhood crackheads find their gold True.... But, the Alleyway is where I find my safety from the streets, It's where I turn my key to find the closest thing to sanity Yea, It's where all the city sized rats, that look like cats find their feast Some would call it infestation, but my home is where they find their peace As I lay my head on the floor that I've come to know as my bed, I feel them munching and walking all over my body, So I just humble myself and rest my head At least iam on a rug and fortunate enough to have a warm blanket But, what about those who lay on concrete with hungry bellies mentally ready for caskets, In the cold, with the physical toll of their present life that makes them seem 20 times as old But yea, outside of my alleyway is where real danger lies, Where as I turn the corner my neighborhood brothers and sisters are, Shooting out, robbing stores, and bodies drop like flies All on one block.... So, I run back to the alleyway for safety, snuggle up with my sister, mother, and father In our one room and floor bed I humble myself, close my eyes and rest my head The problem with society is that, They dont count everything as a blessing Many only have vanity, but me, I have love, They have an abundance of money but loneliness While I have unpaid bills but I still get hugged Its not a battle but, if it was I've already won Because My happiness lies in the comfort of the ones I love Whether its in, or out of Our Hollis Alleyway