It's a regular day in my neighborhood, on the slab of patton drive.

Music blasting, from cars going by.

Kids playing in the street, the road is as hot as a flame on their bare feet.

Police at the end of the street, waiting for the next person they can beat.
But the sun goes down and the moon sets in the dark sky, looking upon the crime as time goes by.

Then there goes the gun shots followed by screaming sirens, people all outside being nosey to see what happened..

It's a everyday thing in the Tre', RIP to all the fallen boyz who's gone away...