another everyday thing i seem to see bums, poor folks who got it bad livin in tha ghetto-slums, for protection somes selection fo metal-guns//

hate to see tha site that plagues in these places, visions of all different faces, they need jobs is what tha case-is//

some people wouldnt hire-them, everybody else always fired-them, now they drinkin raw and stinkin why u think they always tired-then//

no money for drugs so they stick to old english, and cigarettes to make there mold-relinquish, just some old-delinquents//

they brain missin strips of data, out used like tha original beta, some people dont understand so they some hatas//

a small sign reading spare-some-change, small towners think its rare-and-strange//

i feel remorse and most of all pity, for these simple beings livin in tha ghetto slums of tha city...

Dedicated to tha Bums survivin livin out in tha ware house district, keep ya head up.~1~