My Hood Report

as i roam my city streets i hear gunshots rein i see junkies in search of crack it's an everyday thang. standing on the corner begging for change at the store chasin the first high they had once before. gangbangers keep the hood hot with the foolishness they bring most can't take the heat so to the feds they sing. don't do the crime if you can't do the time this is my report from these streets of mine. from my eyes to the paper from the paper to the screen this is my report of what i have seen. police ride constantly through the hood in search of crooks i guess i fit the description so at me they look. harass me for no reason so they must let me go should i act a fool this time i say no. though i deal with problems of all sorts i stuck to the topic which was my hood report.