AYear in Review: Da-Hood I'm in now! or was then?

Casitas picanas, our destiny home,
We knew not of the mayhem about to come.

I left the hood of NLB to be safe forevermore,
but gang signs awaited, remote, shook me to the core.

Pissin' on your territory, Borrego style, is most coyot' scat,
My eyes popped out, there they hung, "SHIT", I spat,

The shoes hung loose, rotting in the sun
The nine iron gang had struck, but not with gun,

Saddle loafers, golf cleats attached, hung for all to see
Borrego marked, Should we flee?!?

The golf cart gang, drive by clubbings??,
Nine iron retribution, grey haired muggings?!?

Cops are aware, I'm in mourning here,
For a place in the sun, touched by such fear.

Pic is attached, protest this monstrosity,
Give me back Borrego days without complexity!