On my block There's crackheads and Wholefoods Old dudes with Old views Ignored advice To babies chasing paper around the dice Only to recall it decades later like... "DAMN! That would've changed my life!" On my soil Is John Deere tracktors Trucker hats backwards Skoal spitting 20oz soda bottle half full Product of a "F you mom" Undsciplined handful Blood red Confederate flag Talk funny labeled Fag Cinnamon melanin reduced to 'Nigger' tag On my land We pray 5 times a day Hope famine ain't here to stay And still say... alhamdillah When life don't go our way On my street bombs are like Alarms But ain't no school cause it's rubble Rebels to humanity revel when they level Love to settle in a place to deep for shovels Or bulldozers, move over, cold shoulders Turn grains of love to hateful stone bolders On my block They speak every language Ask the wrong questions Get the right answers Beef on my block Like they cook Angus with anger No manners and all malice Love parked in a garage with no mileage On my block I see Bentleys and Roleys Judges with grudges and desperate parolees Dishing dishes that range From general's names To Enjera and polish pierogies My block smiles, cries, lives and dies Rich AND poor I realize I feel obliged to let you know the world is 1 block... Therefore mine IS yours!