Our Streets

I wander through these empty streets, It's full of guns and gangs and cheats, They stand around like they own the place, But alls they are is a disgrace. People live in fear of their streets, Because of these unlawful cheats, How do we expect to change, When we let these people rule the stage, Standing there all big and proud, That they stand above the crowd. Standing there in their 110 shoes, Talking about guns and sex and booze, Thinking there big when really their small, Standing out from no one at all. I remember the days when kids played outside, Not having to worry, not having to hide, When our streets where safe havens for families and friends, Instead of the place where some peoples storys just end