Memories and visions of the block.
Growing up in the city where the cops watch—
tick tock.
Brother man sells the drip,
Other man about to flip.
Pit bull on the leash—
get a grip.
Cabs won’t stop on my block.
But I’ll bounce a rock
on any court or block
Just to get a shot
to get off my block.
Times have changed.
At times, life’s been sweet,
I miss getting off the train
and walking down our street.