Once in my life I feel free to walk amongst the playground we call our city.
Broken dreams dreams left behind to leave us bleed In the open parking lots we need.
For every crack pipe I see I bleed tears of wants and needs for the dreams left behind by the teens kids and adults
Who have the need of a squeeze from the devils pipe.
We our scared to find our way across the jungle gyms known as our streets.
Due to the lack of motivation by the contemplation of a sensation ready to mingle with our imagination making a revelation for the kids with no more of a sick altercation leading back to the evaluation of our lost imaginations of a crowd of broke down sinners.
Jungle gym streets filled with almighty desire of hates and pleads.