Street Poet I'm trying to rebuild the community In which one day I will die My hood is your hood And your hood is mine Jumping over barricades Ducking yellow police tape Tiptoe past white chalk Fanning gunsmoke out my face My vision is pigeon-toed no more We need help down here Supporting Cali streets Like we all in New York Trying to rebuild the community In which one day I will die My hood is your hood And your hood is mine L.A. got Twin Towers too Packed with poets like me and you That's me you see on the sidelines Asking questions Walking infants to safety Passing out first aid On a bull horn Losing my voice Going hoarse Trying to rebuild the community In which one day I will die My hood is your hood And your hood is mine Horseback-riding the Metro With the freeway as a lasso Hog-tied in harmony From Beverly Hills to Baldwin Park Encino to East L.A. It don't matter where you stay Love's gonna get there someday! -Keith Jones