Kids all doss about along the ave,
an bring all the problems they all have,
most dont get up till evening,
then its out causing trouble and thieving,
all in there crews,drinking there special brews,
all chipping in for their drugs,in hoodies an act like thugs,
start off pinching motor bikes,
all in dark clothing an a pair of nikes,
then its into the neighbours shed,
while there asleep in their bed,
always alert an lookin out,
for any ol bill floating about,
on the toes they will go,
hands in pockets to hide there blo,
no stop listen an ask your name,
that int the rules to their game,
over the fences an get away,no listening to what they say,
else its a night in the cells,wooden bench and the musty smells,
who do you blame you or yourself, no better in fame or in wealth
