Po’s searchin’, it seems urgent//
Looking for 3 persons, slithery like green serpents//
They step on the block with thieves lurkin’ and fiends thirstin’//
For the hourly cocaine or weed servin’//
Now these 3 persons are nothing but wee urchins//
But steel’s bursting, cop is hit in his sleeve shirt, as he leans cursin’//
C-O-P’s working to close the wound and keep searching//
For these kids who just ran quick with knees jerkin’//
Reinforcements keep lurching and the teens heard it//
Ganja leaf yearnin’, got their chest wheeze burnin’//
Can’t breath certain, as they rest in alley garbage ways//
This is where having street knowledge pays//
They think they’ve got away, but cops only a block away//
Cock and spray, shot a stray, how long can they dodge and play?//
The kids run up in the house where mobster's stay, askin’ to be lodged away//
But not today, the mobs got a new shipment comin’ off the bay//
So the kids leave and lock the gate as the sun’s going down//
Lookin’ for a hideout all over town//
Plus the chrome and pound needs to reload a round//
Stomach croaking sounds, they pull the holsters out//
But then grows a crowd, police pin the kid's shoulders down//
Guns to their dome and mouth, as they're read their spoken vows//
Rights to remain silent as they hold ‘em down//
Young offenders get thrown in the deepest hole in town//
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