When I walk down my block i see
A lot of gang members
In front of the store
Also i see people on drugs
When I walk down my block i smell
Some fried chicken
And old men smoking
When I walk down my block i taste
natural air
And somtimes the stinky garbage.
When I walk down my block i hear
A group of men cussing
Also cars driving
And somtimes i might of hear music
When I walk down my block i feel
Completely nothing
Only the cool breeze passing though my face
When I walk down my block i see
My neighborhood and me.
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