Traffic moving swiftly while people are so unaware
Souls and filth scattered across the ground, without a single care
While the innocent are scared to walk down a city street
Fear keeps most in a shaken world of constant self defeat
They say it’s time to take back what was once rightfully ours
And now they are a new set of protectors, who were once thugs behind bars
30 years prior they roamed the streets they thought were theirs
Now to a new life of crime, to protect the innocent, from such deep despair
To turn their wrongs back into rights
To make Safe those ghostly streets of the night
So people can live their lives the way they all deserve
Instead of hiding behind closed doors, to a life that’s become a blur
These gangsters of old will walk the streets once again
Letting thugs of today feel the difference between the boys and the men.
Make no mistake because these former devils should not be misunderstood
Cause now they are soldiers of God, who’ve become Angels in the Hood
The slime, they work off the young to supply their daily trade
Young girls sell their bodies walking their nightly parade
Druggies line up the alleys, dying a slow death each and every day
Supplied by the workers from the so called, café of foul play
If a change is to happen, it needs to be now
Before it’s too late and more lost souls make no sounds
To make life safe again and to give people some hope
So they won’t lose to the hookers, thugs, and let’s not forget, the dope
It’s different this time, it’s a chapter brand new
To get back the streets and the lives it once new
To hear the sounds of children laughing and playing once again
To smile and shake the hand of a neighbor, who might become your friend.
These gangsters of old walk the streets once again
Letting thugs of today feel the difference between the boys and the men
Make no mistake these former devils should not be misunderstood
Cause now they are soldiers of God, who’ve become Angels in the Hood
Angels In the Hood
© July 2019 Written by: The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Copyright Doc Dalton
The Depressed Poet comes from many years of suffering from Depression. While in the hospital for this a doctor suggested that I try my hand at poetry and that is where life changed for me. I wrote about things I never really thought of before like God, Jesus, Heaven and so on. I do not consider myself a great or good writer because, I am not. What I am is a man, who stumbles through his words, so he can make it through his days. I also host a podcast called, The Coffee and Prayer Series.