Tuesday, September 9, 2008

My Neighborhood

The street light is on
music is blasting through the wall
i see people still a wake
i see them on the block or the store
I guess it true this is the city that never sleep
every weekend there a party
every week somebody getting arrested in my neighborhood, history are made
many people want their dream to come life
some success and some fail
if can make it here,
you can make it every were
this my neghborhood is all about!

1 comment:

Kristine said...

Your poem sounds like my neighorhood as well.