City Blues

Rain pouring down on this city of the souls. People going frantic, walking on the go. Cool-Cats playing, while poets got their groove. Nervous politicians, always on the move. Children in gangs, tears in their blood. Armed with knives, carrying automatic guns. Damned souls they are, they don't know what to do. They finally given up, they have nothing left to prove. Graffiti on the walls, graffiti on the HEARTS. Drugs on the streets, hell in the parks. This is just the facts, this is just the news. How can you survive, alone, with city blues?