Sentence+Scrambling

Those who don't know any better come into our neighborhood scared. They think we're dangerous. They are stupid people who are lost and got here by mistake. They think we will attack them with shiny knives. We know the guy with the crooked eye is Davey the Baby's brother, and the tall one next to him in the straw brim, that's Rosa's Eddie V., and the big one that looks like a dumb grown man, he's Fat Boy, though he's not fat anymore nor a boy. But watch us drive into a neighborhood of another color and our knees go shakity-shake and our car windows get rolled up tight and our eyes look straight. But we aren't afraid. That's how it goes and goes. All brown all around, we are safe. Yeah.