Monday, January 10, 2005

Crack Street

Walkin' down crack street
Wack street
Watch yo' back street
Searchin' in vain for the place to be
But all the time it was inside me
Why do I look outside
Too many have already died
That chemical attraction it lied
Put me on the bus back home
I'm too tired to roam
The city, the country, it's everywhere
You'll find it behind the blank stare
That variation born of desperation
Evil looking for a soul to steal
Anything not to be real
On crack street

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fart street fart street
Rip my pants apart street
Smells a bit tart street
Fart street fart street

Poop street poop street
A giant scoop street
Makes a good soup street
Poop street poop street

Anonymous said...

YOU LEFT OUT THE BEST PART!!!!!!!!!!!!!