Our Street (#0156)

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.