Miamis Little Havannah

As I walk these streets of sadness Everywhere désolation and madness Bars that keep the crazy out And like a jail people cry and shout Please set me free from poverty And let me know serenity Yet still they walk with smileless faces Living in such desolate places Landfills where they shouldnt be A life that seems pure misery It seems the only break they find Is alcohol that numbs their mind Where such diverse cultures mingle Youd think youd see more than brillo and needles Bums and dealers walk the night Many races pick pointless fights I look around and see walking dead With fear ringing throughout their head Life here is not as i expected Havannahs streets just plain neglected I thought theyd all be happy to be free Not fighting and hating so prejudicely I thought in Miami theyd welcome me Instead its like I have HIV And as this gloom settles around You can almost here an eerie sound Of tears and pain that calls to me To hang my head in utter misery And I know that i can no longer be Living muserably in Floridaas Miami.