My neighborhood is not the best. from the east to the west.

its not better than the rest.

people move in,

people move out,

I can't leave here without a doubt.

I know these things happen often,
But I'm back on the scene,

and at least im not one of those

mean green teens.

With a little bit of sugar,

and a little bit of spice,

turn my neighborhood,

from mean to nice!

how is this poem guys??