The Gangs

The undercover police are out tonight
they sit in cars placed in hidden spots
they say that gangs are emerging
behind the scenes, they wait for the shots.

I've seen the groups of young kids
that look just like a friend of mine
torn wide bottom pants, sleeveless shirts
tattoos and hair shaved on sides and behind

long on the top and swept to a V maybe
put in a ponytail or greased back
they listen to Kid Rock, DMX, all hard rap
they talk as if their lives are so in lack

educated, "yo G", "whas’ up, man",
"takin' care a mine", “talk to da hand”,

they’re hittin’ the highway,
makin' money the fly way

there's got to be a better way
but they may never live to say.