Stray dogs

Nights swallow us up, like a bottomless, starving maw,
Born on the shoulders of streets, living outside the law.
Blood brothers in pain, with paws that are bleeding and torn,
Searching these stone-cold slabs since the day we were born.
We’re packs of wild pups that the system completely forgot,
Hiding our fangs from the sirens, the boots, and the shots.
Nobody throws us a bone, only rocks at our heads,
Life is a run from the pound till we end up dead.
Out in the cold of the blocks, sharing the very last crumb,
The weaker ones break, catching a slug feeling numb.
But we push to the end, gritting our teeth till they crack,
Where pockets are hollow and stomachs are constantly black.

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Stray dogs, we’re howling up at the pale white moon,
Abandoned by those who dragged us to darkness too soon.
No shelter, no bowls, just the wind and the street pride,
From basements straight to the stars, it’s the Thug Life we ride.
Stray dogs, we’re breaking away from their hypocrite chains,
A pack of dark shadows lost in the alleyway rain.


Look in my eyes—see the cold of the homeless and stray,
We stopped believing the lies that the two-leggeds say.
They promise us rescue but quietly set up a snare,
I cover my dog’s back, that’s the only way I play fair:
Dividing the world into traitors and those who stay true,
When skies open up and the freezing hail beats down on you.
We gather in packs just to survive in this pouring rain,
While the rich sit in comfort, ignoring our struggle and pain.
Our ribs might be showing, but spirits they never will break,
Loyal to nothing but brotherhood, for our own sake.
Our skins full of scars, a map of the roads we have trod,
Out here on the pavement, we are our own judge and our god.


Broken off leashes are rattling out in the chill,
They’re hunting us down, but we got the fire and will.
Every scar on our scruff is a medal we earned in a fight,
We’re alive while we’re breathing together, my brother, tonight.

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Stray dogs, we’re howling up at the pale white moon,
Abandoned by those who dragged us to darkness too soon.
No shelter, no bowls, just the wind and the street pride,
From basements straight to the stars, it’s the Thug Life we ride.
Stray dogs, we’re breaking away from their hypocrite chains,
A pack of dark shadows lost in the alleyway rain.