My block

My block name was Ada , all you smelled
Was weed,alcohol,And smoke, sometimes the grill

My block

Wasn’t that colorful you can see trash in the fields and
Yards , At night all you could hear was BOOMS the echo

My block

On my block we had a basketball rim I use to grab the ball and hoop for bread

My block

We had a restaurant on the end of the corner of
The next block and you could taste the food in the air