While traveling down the street,
There was strangers making meets.
The light from the lamps only made a glare.
Trash cans were kicked over here and there.
In the windows I could tell someone was out there.
Some dogs did bark, from cars that were parked.
They did a light, it showed by a spark.
You could hear a motor hum,
Someone made a run.
Then there was the noise of a gun.
In the alley I creeped, in a puddle covering my feet.
It was so scary it raised my neck's hair.
I wanted to run, but for the sake of a gun.
I slipped to a bar door left ajar.
Out the back door I made my retreat.
I found friends a waiting, and home we went.
A phone message was sent.
To my bedroom we all made up lies.
In fear that somewhere there was a spy.
I though one of us was going to fry.
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