the streets are alive i hear them,
i smell them, i taste them, they are
dancing unashamedly as they lure people
to them and what do they offer these people?
they offer rebirth fore if you come to these ghetto sirens
you are destined to become anew
the beautiful will become the grotesque,
the most brilliant will become the dullest,
the purist will become the most tainted,
the young will surely become the old.
oh yes my brothers and sisters
these streets oh these streets
are to become the death of us
what do you do
how do you avoid
what seems to be the inevitable
you silence these streets
go to them in droves and beg these streets
to stop flirting with our men
stop making promises to our women
you scream at the top of your lungs at these streets
tell them to stop their lewd dances of destruction
and if that does not work whom do you turn to?
you turn to the Father above