these streets-
they're torn
ragged
worn
the guy on the corner
don't listen to him
you stand still
for one second
he'll weave you
into his web
tell you how
the government
is trying to
brainwash us all
and maybe they are
i don't know
there are more
important things to
worry about here
stand still
for one second
wearing the wrong colors
you'll find yourself
bleeding
rivers of red
flowing
into that guy's home
that cardboard box
in the alley
sure, this place
looks like hell
and in some ways it is
but this is my home
i take care of it,
it takes care of me
and that's how
it's gonna be
until the day
i die

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