My neighborhood is not the best.
from the east to the west.
its not better than the rest.
people move in,
people move out,
I can't leave here without a doubt.
I know these things happen often,
But I'm back on the scene,
and at least im not one of those
mean green teens.
With a little bit of sugar,
and a little bit of spice,
turn my neighborhood,
from mean to nice!
how is this poem guys??