The Streets
ive seen slum crime scenes
where time seems 2 fly,
and sweet sirens sing to sleep on beats
like street lullabies.

Where angry cries echo
through the ghetto confines
& spilled blood on concrete
leaves behind a speckled design.

Dimes of bud are sold for doves
crimes of love understood,
Where noisy techs are toys of steel
for real Boyz in the Hood

"Good intention" seldom mentioned
yet aggression is common.
Our home's the known danger zone
even angels have fallen.

Best beware of crawlin' serpents
for their purpose is evil,
Sole intent is hell-bent
and so they tempt God's people.

But the wings of the Eagle
bring the meek salvation
taking the snake in it's beak
and shaking foundations

of modern nations chasin'
total globalization
making homes for beasts
and cloned police stations.

Infiltration of the barrio
brings a sorrowful business
real resistance is vital...
it's still survival of the fittest!