when the time is right when the times are good I lived in apartments smack dab in the hood I remember the tweakers and the town drunks use to knock on my door when I lived in the slums Use to give them water and a place to sleep woke up thinking will they be there to greet they always were gone And I fell back to sleep. the moment I moved away from this place I felt kinda fake pretending I was rich And my heart felt fake I still often wonder if they knock on the door and instead of a couch they get a curb or a floor