The Cries For Help

A hit and run in your side of the hood You celebrate because the one hit was trashy and no good But someone at one time loved this lifeless scum It is a dog eat dog society never sharing the crumbs No ambulance chasers come around Nothing here in this castle but thorny crowns Somewhere out there, paradise must exist Nobody claims the victim, another Jane Doe on the Morgue's list Surviving the streets is another dimension Out in the open there is so much tension Trying to figure out a way out of this type of life Not wanting to resort to the barrel or the blade of a knife The dumpsters sometimes provide the food you need Five are homeless, so many to feed Who knows Detroit, Chicago, New York or LA There are more out there than the Government puts on display Very few shining moments, piled on by zero glory This is a tragic all too familiar story It all falls under a street wise democracy Behind a Government that feeds on hypocracy Keep the inflation and poverty at an all time high It is easy for the President to hit the mute button on financial remote control to silence their cries