Comfort in These Streets

Every day I walk in these streets.

I pass the hustlers,the hoes and the wangsters.

I smell the greed, the anger and the hate.

Yet I still find comfort in these streets.

Comfort from my friends

These streets where blood is shed,

guns are shot and women are raped..

Yet I still find comfort in these streets.

Comfort from my family.

In these streets where a girl can't walk without hearing

mami come here, or shorty can I holla

or where the hissing won't stop.

Yet I still find comfort in these streets.

Comfort from my books.

These streets where cops are as bad as criminals

and where the law isn't fair.

But yet I still find comfort in these streets.

Comfort in my intelligence.

These streets where we are judged by the clothes we wear,

and the people we hang out with.

Yet I still find comfort in these streets.

Comfort from god.

These streets are who I am,were I come from and were I live.

So through it all, I will always

find comfort in these streets.

Tears

Every nite i sit and i cry

not knowing why

is it because of

the hate

the anger

the betrayal

the sadness

the depression

or the confusion

because i don't

understand

why,

why we kill

why we fight

why we die

so everynite

all i can do

is sit and

cry.