Walking the street
With bustling life all around
Feeling so very safe
As Huey and Eldridge looked down
Corner store man saying
Got pay the bill before I give you more
Chopped meat and french cut beans
Or filet of sole 
Mama gonna give sugar
When you haul in her bags
Old man giving sugar candy
Little kids like flies
Summer dusk kool-aid
And day rotten plum fights
Blackened bent tea spoons
Conga drum nights
Pick the melon 
From the back of the truck
Fresh baked pie
In its own little tin
Learn to talk 
With streeten tonation
This steet was our culture
Our Nation….

George B.