Old ladies in doors watching, while criminals break the law
Selling bags to the pheens snort the powder through a straw.
The smell of cat urine while the kittens dodge cars
Three drunken women fighting drank that fire from the bars
No stars tonight 5 girls jumping rope
Across the street that house got traffic it’s obvious they selling dope
They got no hope for the future and Obama’s on the front page.
Little girls in mini skirts treating the streets like a stage.
Cars riding fast and the windows are tinted
The driver’s eyes are red so low they look squinted
Little boys throwing rocks, lost daddies smoking rocks
Old heads with joints and forties young bols hollering at shorties
Trash blowing past my steps; blunt wrappers and Papi platters
Home Girls and Chumpies, old men that stay grumpy
Two teenage girls walking but one looks like a man
A heart broken mother trying her best to understand.
Father’s coming home from work, and I can smell the fried chicken,
The sound of splashing water stained from the dirty kitchen.
But the Pine Sol lingered, children playing Jerry Springer
Old ladies gossiping stay pointing they finger
Fallen tears that have since dried, con artist tryna slide
Everyday this what I see, the minute I go outside….
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