I'm goin' downtown
         To see what's goin' around

Nothing but a bunch of empty space
             because reality is hittin' people in da' face.

      No style, no talk.
      Just a walk,

around the block,

I shouldn't even be out.
       But there is no sound

                   in my cell:

Isolation;
Decrease in education.

No way out, it still gonna spread.
Watch out, before people stay away
from you like you already dead.

I'm goin' to my ghostown,
Watching people from above
Having a common stare-down
They aren't the only ones to know.

All of this:
is The Pits.

No way out,
stuck here...no doubt.