My World

Pants hanging down, underwear showing thugs playing hard.
Not hard because they've gone through anything, hard because that nine or that forty-five makes them fill that way.
Crack heads running down white folk looking for the rock hoping to make a score that will retire them for the night.
Hookers standing on the corner not because they want to, because the white devil has a hole on their dignity and self- respect.
Buisness men lurking to find their pray that vulnerable soul that will sell themselves, man or women for ten or twenty dollars to get a fix.
I see you all standing there, I 've watch on many nights as you fall to sin.
Fall to your on hopeless desires. Be careful !
This is my world !