On the cold October streets,

children out to trick or treat,

some you’ll find are working,

peddling different sweets.

Candy rock, crystal,

on each corner, they compete;

it’s a dog-eat-dealer world

but cops don’t give kids heat.

An idealistic loophole,

minors moving drugs.

Groomed from the bottom up;

institutionalised thugs.

Everyone’s got their own problems -

capitalise on one,

utilising movie media;

it's cool to own a gun.

It's hard to make money,

or see prospects when you’re young;

paid in hard cash with-a-weapon -

why walk when you can run?

Durkheim’s conscious collective;

manipulate groups,

collective think,

a dark beginning,

exploitable youth troops.

Reward is rife ‘n addictive -

fast cash, girls and ice.

Leaving school, their home,

their blood,

drawn in by gang rep life.

Never being suspects;

hired as subtle knives.

Tolerance, impunity,

desensitised, low strife.