Who Cares

Sidewalks are broken Weeds grow through the cracks The people that use them are like the sidewalks, broken and worn down They have names like Turkey, Louie the Bum, The Sandman No one knows their real names They call me Kid You see, no one cares All they care about is survival, the next minute, then the minute after that And so it goes This is my school, for life In these alleys, on these sidewalks Where no one can tell if the garbage man came Where grey is black and black is death Where rainbows are neon and books are wriiten on stone walls, in paint It's where you can get knifed for a nickel And die for seeing things you shouldn't see It's another world It's where those that had come to die And those already here feed on them until they do How is it no one sees? Are they all.. blind? They created this place This filthy space between us and them You'll find no advertisements for whiskey in their suburbs Just manicured grass They look and say " Look at them.What's wrong with them?Don't they know any better?" As if we chose to be born in hell Sure.. This is the first place I'd pick Bad schools, broken windows, no jobs But hey...their sign says Buy Whiskey Fools! How little they see How little they know In their world pain is a commodity to be sold by drugstores Their world would be over if someone turned down a dinner date Their lives would be over if they were ignored They would see their lives crumbling I laugh We were born in crumbling If someone leaves us it's because they're dead Either shot or stabbed, one to many needles in the arm It doesn' matter...no one cares Those that aren't here seem blind My day is now over and I must be aware I might trip and fall, scratch my knees Would anyone have a band aid? Do you know where I could find one? Do you even care?