Street Life Survivor
A corner lamp post is home
a fiery steel drum keeps 'em warm
eyes that never say goodnight
cigarettes that hold 'em tight
up the nose in the arm down the hatch
drugs and alcohol just dont match
everyones looking to be free
feel'n cool such a fool
in there eyes the silence cries
all these people walking the streets
so many distorted visions
the cry of help just echos on
so many say escape is impossible
a no way out street situation
misguided and misinformed
street life survivor
all the vibes are right
her fish net stockings look outa sight
the grin of your appetite
life and death penetrate the night
teenage runaway and so afraid
used and abused pregnant or confused
the list goes on 'n on
on the streets trust is rare when your the shadows prayer
Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2006
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