THE HOOD

Predators crawling

teardrops falling

Babies Bawling

Gunshots the music of the streets

children hiding under the sheets

making a fortress

that protects

them from lead that flies

watching their mama die

last thing the child heard was a cry

Why

All because stray bullets that fly

No name

No aim

it came

through a window

other kids go

“Mommy, wake up”

because of a $20 debt

that a fiend couldn’t make up

but the killer’s watch was a Jacob

The Hood

Rundown buildings

sewage spilling

infants and children

wishing for a million

But due to the

economy

gangbanging is what we see

Red and Blue rags engage in killing sprees

and we fail to see

the

Black-on-Black violence

corporate America smiling

As we

engage in our own oppression

learn this lesson

If we don’t unite

with the others that fight

whether dark or white

We will be

victims of poverty

And can’t blame nobody

but the one in the mirror

who we see

The Hood

Patrol it

console it

enroll it

in community events

let our children vent

in a positive way

no gunplay

no runaways

we all stay

Together

cause in this weather

it ain’t getting no better

in the heat with a sweater

the hood festers

let the pressure

Bust the pipe

cause we will stand up and fight

Black, Arab, Latino, and White

fight for what’s right

And fight we should

fight for what’s good

fight for “The Hood”

Comrade Jasiri

D.R.I.V.E.

DEATH Row INNER-COMMUNALIST VANGUARD ENGAGEMENT