When I was young I grew up on the street
Taking and dealing drugs
This is the one place that teaches you not to retreat
When you get ambushed by a bunch of thugs

Were not as bad people seem to think
We just like to party and have a drink
We get chased everyday by cops
For hanging around outside the shops

If I had the chance to get out then I would
But I have to stay and protect my hood
So I hope from this poem you will understand
Maybe next time you wont be so brand