It’s dirty and mean and to others unseen
Needles on the ground,crack smoke obscene
Find a way to tuck away pain, here to stay
Dealers all-around finding those who will pay
The users scamming their very last friend
Needle in the neck will this be the end
A gun a knife maybe even some mace
Defend my honor but I might catch a case
Police turn a blind eye, so take a hit right here
They will do their job and stand and stare
The girls run around in circles to make only a dime
The guys stand await to profit from girls crime
Being an addict through and through
On the ground again lips are blue
The streets will turn you into one hundred percent whore
Going around and round till you can’t do no more
There is no happy, there are no friends
No one to tell no letters to send
On this ominous trip
To see how low you will dip
If your broke your screwed,if your not you will be
Blind to the game on the streets you cant see
The hell you are in invisible now
Give it a year,and its obvious how
A day on the street, a night in the cold
Is not the way one wants to grow old
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