I've got a girl down deep in the city.
Down where the streets are cold and gritty.
Down where the hookers endlessly walk and never sleep.
Down where the crack heads lurk and creep.
Down where she has to carry a gun
even when she goes out for a little fun.
A place where the junkies sell their candy
and 5 of thousand hookers are called Mandy.
Where herpes is a common affliction
and crack isn't considered an addiction.
A junkie paradise away from it all
over 15 miles away from the local mall.
A place where even the cops don't ever go.
A place where the cars drive by real slow.
A place where brass shells litter the ground
and a 9 mm pop isn't an uncommon sound.
A place where the Kevlar is optional
and the junkies like the methanol.
Where needles litter the sidewalk
and you can see the faint outline of chalk.
What a place for my baby to live.
A place where they take, not give.
A place where I fear for her life.
A place where you could lose your beloved wife
to a crack head and an itchy fingered 22
and his junkie friend, back off, sniffing glue...

01/18/2002

Posted on 01/18/2002
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