Blank faces, hopeless dreams
Scattered down the boulevard
Thank the barren local streets
That shatter thoughts of working hard
Lonely moms, dying friends,
Barefoot children in the dark
Play behind a chain-link fence
Instead of in the park
Fast food & news stations
Feed on troubled minds
Claiming that the stipulations
Are changing with the times
These days you can’t wake up
Without that cup of Joe
Problems all those drugs shake up
Most people never know
from down the road