Street-Hood Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Street-hood




I have always loved the street,
Yeah, the street got no rules,
Streets filled with dudes;
Dudes that are angrily strict



Whether food or no food;
We are still good in the hood,
In time of cold,
We smoke weed wrapped in fold



The black uniforms with barton;
Can never stop our fighting,
I mean the police;
Sometimes, stands not for peace



I remain the main man,
Grooving in my tarvern
And I fear no man;
Unless, you are the bossman.



©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

[A salient prolific author...]

10/06/2016

#voice of the streetman#