Street Light

Carnivors lurking about the wet city pavement

sliciing arteries to sign and endorse agreements

Contract killers paradise, a target on everyone's forehead

Back alley ways, photogenic junky queens, the living dead

Street light, spotlight, ghetto bird in high flight

won't make it through the hot night

another innnocent life taken in a brutal street fight



Somebody should have known things wouldn't get better

They're mixing cultures, awakening historical vendettas

It makes no difference if this is the land of the free

Freedom is death, you see, the living are left here in misery



Malicious warriors bring up their young

dodging stray bullets, junior, this ain't no cap gun

Then we wonder about the neglected ones

The daughters and the sons, who belong to no one

You see, they carry envy which evolves to greed

Regret for being the unwanted seed

So they think to themselves, "Why should life go on,"

"I'll make em' run til the damage is done"

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