Drive-Bys equal cries

Were the days of copping a squat

on the stoop at the stop

claiming the best one for

ourselves

Be it Blue, Red, Green

Afraid of the Black Ones and the

White Ones

Seen as different angels that

come and go

If only it was for show

Always the calmest time with

the bestest buds who wanted to

revel in that time

for as long as they could

Knowing all along that they were kids

who couldn’t wait to grow up

Who couldn’t wait to someday

drive-by the spot