Don’t get too hasty,
Bout to enter East Hastings.
Feeling shaky.
With fear overwhelming me.
Worrying about my safety. (X2)
Uh, never thought I’d end up here,
Never thought I’d see a place that would bring me to tears.
That would bring me to my knees,
Yeah yeah yeah!
Bring me to my knees.
Thinking lord please,
Help these people, help these streets!
Lord please!
Help this make sense to me!
For I don’t understand what I’m seeing.
I can’t believe the extent of this poverty.
The extent of additions that have destroyed so many families.
The extent of people begging or sleeping on these streets.
Oh I can’t believe.
No, I can’t believe.
In a land where we are free.
Yet seeing people starving.
Starving for another fix.
Starving for a glimpse of hope,
Yet thinking this is as good as it probably gets.
Or that they should just call it quits.
For our government keeps giving them the slip,
And our society keeps calling for a blitz.
But a lot don’t notice,
Because the media has gotten really good at putting on the ritz.
Saying don’t get too hasty, don’t get too hasty.
After all the problem is that they are lazy, ******* lazy.
And trying to help those people some how makes us crazy.
So, then I guess ever social worker must be crazy?
Or it is more crazy, to oppress and shame a group of people?
Or treating them like property.
Blocking pathways to freedom,
Chaining them down,
And here I thought we had abolished slavery?
****.
Don’t get too hasty,
Bout to enter East Hastings.
Feeling empathy.
With sadness overwhelming me.
Worrying about their safety. (X2)