WELCOME TO MY STREET --by Nickz

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I see teenagers sagging jeans...

I smell something behind the leaves...

I know they’re blowing weed...

I see a single mom with three kids...

Cramped up on motorcycle seat

I see kiosks and provision stores...

With sales girls looking bored

I see men with six packs…

Molding blocks to earn jacks

I see a man in huge wears...

Feeling Jamaican with long dreads

I see fellas drive by…

Rocking jams on the high

I see a stubborn kid in school uniform running...

His father pursuing and yelling, "keep running!"

I see small churches scattered like seeds...

Big speakers blaring into my dreams

I see a pregnant woman drink Chelsea...

Draining to the last drop like a delicacy

I see a patrol truck stop by a joint...

And cops drop to help their guts

I hear a landlord raise his voice...

And the tenant bark in response

I see the orange sun set...

And daylight begin to fade

I see damsels giggle past in bum shorts...

Nips pushing out from spaghetti tops

I see a drunk curse aloud…

He says, “Lord let me die now!”

I hear a bottle burst…

A vexed youth ready to hurt…

I see the truck again…

Siren in the air…

But no one is left…

This is how we live…

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