The crossroad knights have fallen again
The media said this rage won't end
I know there's something wrong with the
Kids in my old neighborhood
Their parents were gone for way too long
The heatskore youth thought the laws were wrong
They've got makeshift arms, arms locked on you
Save me, mischievous teens swing machetes
No place for normalcy
Save me, rambunctious tots lacking in (march out of) synchrony
Olly olly oxen free, don't play in my playground
The street lights still burn bright as day
The schools were trashed without delay
Old Joe's windows were used as doors
Popeye's cigarettes burned the floors
This time they can't be stopped
no the kids in my old neighborhood