The streets

(Alan Evans)

Living in the hood

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Even angels tread wary
in the places that I roam
hellish streets and back alleys
are the place I call home

dealers on the corners 
pimps cruising the strip
thieves on the lookout 
for pockets to dip

murders so often
people numb to the pain
all this becomes normal
in a world that's insane

a melee of misery
in the darkness of night
strangers in the shadows
looking to fight

robberies and muggings
occur by the hour
gun-wielding thugs
feeling the power

crazy meth heads 
almost insane
one more hit
til it fries the brain

no peace in this place
nowhere safe to hide
no crime left undone
nothing not been tried

Even angels tread wary
in the places that I roam
hellish streets and back alleys
are the place I call home
© Alan Evans 2018