These blocks

Not much has changed in the hood since we all was kids  
There's still kids sharing clothes
That one drug dealer is still on the block praying not to catch a case  
The prostitues still care a bit about your wife  
Her high is just worth more then the unshed tears from a women they will never meet  
Cripts still hate the bloods  
And the bloods wish they where kings  
 
Some are ten years clean but they dream  
Of shoe strings and syringes  
Half the tables are still far from steak  
Predators still prey  
The weak still act brave to fit in  
One kid is trying to keep focus  
Wants to make a difference  
Not realizing yet  
That they just want out  
 
 
Teens are still having unprotected sex  
Aids has half a cure right
And it just feels too good to drown in someone  
Then to swim  
 
Yeah not much has changed on these blocks  
Except maybe the colors