Down The Block by Ronald S Porter ©2014

Down the street of broken dreams
Sag ass over-sized jeans
Faces hard as forty year felons
On children just barely into their teens
And everybody has a gun
Or habit or date in court
If he doesn’t value his own life
How do you think he feels about yours?

He would shoot you just for sport
Don’t get caught out of place
Don’t get caught without your ghetto face
Look down the block as you pass
But if you don’t belong there
I’d advise you don’t tarry long
Down the street of broken dreams
People can vanish without a trace.