what do u know not a thing about growing up in the streets so much I witness living in a world of sin I dont know where to begin as a child I would soon find out what reality was all about why people have to die why was there crime why did we have so little in the ghetto was it suppose to be this way Struggling to survive tears from someone mother one of her family got shot by bullets in a walk by I often wonder every other day why was there yellow tape wrapped around that abandent house why are the police so deep how come where I live gotta be a street where no one wanted to go in the hood why is everyone broke some smoking coke what was that package he put in her hand its sad but that's the way it is in these days and times most of the time I couldn't play outside at night close by my window I use to hear cussing arguing from next door always into domestic fights foot steps of someone running past being chased by the man wearing a badge its sad going to school dressed in rags hand me down pants a second hand book bag 2 dollars for lunch it wasn't fun watching fools sell drugs down the street shots rang out a everyday occurrence at night the ghetto bird lights search for the murder task force 13 deep getting ready to kick in the door with high powered weapons stun grenades yelling mask on there face yelling we hit the wrong place it was a mistake for the house three doors down fro. the explosion sound my neighbors aroused wondering what is all this about they got the cell phones out snapping shots