// The Block//

I open up my window and look down on the block 
Hoping God would take time to smile on the block 
The news and the media just frown on the block 
Politicians don’t wanna help us and I’m like “thanks a lot” 
Innocent black brothers getting beat by the cops 
Gangs preparing for war and loading up their glocks 
TV’s are getting stolen and taking to pawnshops 
Cars are getting stolen and taken to chop-shops 
Drug deals gone bad and are ended with gun-shots 
Snitches are getting beat and now hanging from roof tops 
Teens with one dream are playing ball on the blacktops 
But the dope fiends have no dreams; too busy smoking the crack rocks 
An aspiring young artist writes rhymes at the bus stop 
Trifling baby daddies at the carwash getting cursed out 
Hustlers trying to hustle; selling something that’s hot 
Hooker on the corner; she’s a high-school dropout 
Black man, blue uniform earns the name “Sell-Out” 
Mamas scraping up money for their son so they can bail-out 
Six days later he’s right back in the jail-house 
I’m just hoping and praying that somebody would help out 
On the Block…

wish i knew who wrote this.