"Life on streets is a sacrifice the unschooled pay a bitter price. Orphans sell dead ends to empty eyed hookers and love is just another opportunity. Empty your pockets, sell your kids just to hang your eyes from their sockets. Creepy eyed old men purchase souls afflicted with sin.Dirty secrets in every hotel room, smoke it if you got it, the end is coming soon. Moments of truth come few if any, i couldn't tell if it was a hallucination or an epiphany. Liquor laced kisses from the daughter some mother misses, she wont be coming home tonight theres war on the streets and she looking to fight. Street light lullaby sing to sleep the kids that never die. Amongst the broken bottles and various debris we live in chains as if we're free. Dancing zombie rhythm to a hypnotic beat we smoke the ashes of defeat."