West Side

 A crackhead
A junkie
A whore
Fiends of every kind
conniving for more

Crooked politicians
Drug dealing cops
Handing out beat downs
for dead tail light stops

Not a place for fags and Sallys
Pistol whippings in the alleys
Young black men line the streets
Selling their white powdered treats

Streetwalkers
Drunks
and Lords of Vice
who won’t think twice
about life
they’re all punks

Soulless bastards
riddle the streets
Empty eyes
become harder to read

Kids caught in the crossfire
bleeding on pavement
The cops ignore it
they have an arrangement
with a street boss
who want’s more territory
fiending for more of
the gang ghetto glory

At the end of the day
if you’re lying in bed
you’re grateful if
your friends are not dead
You nod off to sleep
with a snort from a friend
while wondering
if it will ever end

Gun shots serve as your morning alarm
No roosters here on the criminal farm