In my neighborhood

[Thomas L. White III]

In my neighborhood there are no street lights Broken out due to neighborhood gun fights

Shell casings and dirty needles everywhere I step

Drugs hidden in the bed where my brother and I slept

Hand me down clothes, hell I was glad I got 'em

Wasn't nothing new coming in, so I would have been naked without 'em

Pop whipped me one time cause I wouldn't call him dad

Guess I embarrassed him in front of all the women that he had

But I understood his dilemma, still I wouldn't give in

Cause there were to many men acting as my mother's friend

Only to act like he did and leave us broke and hurt in the end. 

In my neighborhood only the strong survive

There was no cushion only pushing in order for us to stay alive

There were gangs on one corner, Pimps, hoes, and drugs on the other

So I went one way and to the other corner went my brother

We found what we thought was love on them corners

In most things that weren't right

But remember in my neighborhood

THERE WERE NO STREET LIGHTS!

 

Thomas L. White III