as the autumn sun
fades into the night

with a mild breeze
blowing through oak tree leaves

as little black children
run the streets with no shoes

crying for a home
they cannot find

sick from withdrawals
there mother is out
selling her body

to meet the dope man
around the block

while a man gets shot
within her sight

without a blink of her eye
it’s just another day

another day in the hood