The Peeling part of life

Poor man sitting at the docks
throwing rocks
In the hot sunny day
Looks at the blue of the bay
A meal is on his mind
Making him unwind
Dreams give him laughs
saying they never last
Its just a thing from the past
Lady on the street
No shoes on her feet
Looking to make a buck
No one wants to fuck
Her body is a disease
Her pimp is not pleased
A hit to the face she bleeds
Boy on the run
200 and a gun
Cops on the attack
Catching up in a pack
Sounds in the neighborhood
The sounds are no good
16 the bullet went
mother of 1 is bent
The peeling part of life they were all sent