Down on the gritty streets
You never know who you’ll meet
Tye-dyed tees, pregnant teens
Open guitar case the only means.
Pause and listen to the song
Stare to find out what went wrong.
Watch sugababy on the corner
Gyrating hips like a porn star
Snaking tongue with silver bead
She blows a kiss; she’s all you need.
You could have it all tonight
You too are dirty in your own right.
Cough and choke, hold your breath
This smoke and smog will be your death
Shriek of steam, bus rushes by
Its lonely cargo high and dry.
You ran but you were still too late
There went the job, the rent, your fate.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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