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In my neighborhood there are people
Of all kinds of races,
All of them passing by with those
Mean looking faces.
In my neighborhood there are people
Of all kinds of races,
All of them passing by with those
Mean looking faces.
Most of them are joining in some
Kind of gang,
Thinking that the corner store is
The type of place to hang.
Hanging on the corner feeling
Everything's cool,
Most of them are drop outs
And some attend school.
A lot of boys who don't attend
School are selling drugs,
Sitting on the water hydrants looking
Like low life thugs.
Sometimes I wonder what will happen
When kids today grow up,
Living in the neighborhood having
Very little luck.