Down into the alley
Wherein the fatal and despairing art found

Cheapened wine broken
Syringes decorating the ground...

And the juice from those syringes
Cometh by the pound...

Down on old cherry street
And Jefferson avenue....

Wherein the ******'s shooteth up quick
And fast deals cometh by spit,

In a place of demon's and fools!!!!

Downtown in the juncture of thing's
Art the rappers, hip-hoppers, dope boy's of the sling.....

Many gangs to ruin
Many false lovers to fail.

They taketh life by the gun
Payeth no taxes, but the jail's...

Lost to the world
Wordly indeed ...

Mother's missing her child
25 to life, to sixteen.....

As the cop's art just like those villain's
Doing unnatural thing's.....

Buying bags themselves
Sell it for a profitable dream.....

Everyone's out to **** one
Everyone's out for the take

Whilst the murderer's ****
The paper speaketh of everyday ****...

No country to them,
Their city delight's......

Loud music they implore
On dark summer nights...

Wilt they smile today at thee?
Or greet thou with a ****?

Whilst they filleth thee with ****** connections
To give thee a thrill?

This is metropolitan living's
Wherein all doth fail....

Hold thy signs up and protest
Thou just maketh thy own hell....

For if there is no change in thine own heart's
How canst thou changeth others? Thou art a world apart......

So maketh connection to God,
And throw away thy past....

Later wilt cometh
And thy death bed shalt last...

So loveth thy neighbor
Forgiveth thy last...

And look into the mirror in front of thee....

For the mirror is them,
For the mirror is thee that thou seeith...

If thou seeketh change
Thou must find it in thine soul......