In The Streets Of New York



Dope Fiends Are Leaning For Morphine



The TV Screen Followed The Homicide Scenes



You Live Here You're Taking A Chance



So Look And I Take One Glance There's A Man Inside An Ambulance



Crowds Are Getting Louder I Wonder How The



People Want To Go Fight For The White Powder



People Hanging In Spots



They Waited Until The Blocks Got Hot



And Got Raided By The Cops



I'll Explain The Man Sleeping In The Rain



His Whole Life Remains Inside A Bottle Of Night Train



Another Man Got His Clothes In A Sack



Cause He Spent Every Dime Of His Rent Playing Blackjack



And There's The Poor Little Sister



She Has A Little Baby Daughter



Named Sonya And Sonya Has Pneumonia



So Why's Her Mother In A Club Unzipped Though?



Yo That's Her Job, Sonya's Mommy Is A Bar Stripper



Drug Dealers Drive Around Looking Hard



Knowing They're Sending Their Brothers And Sisters To The Graveyard



Every Day Is A Main Event, Some Old Lady Limps



The Pushers And Pimps Eat Shrimps



It Gets Tiring, The Sight Of A Gun Firing



They Must Desire For The Sound Of A Siren



A Bag Lady Dies In An Alleyway



She's Seen The Last Of Her Days Inside The Subways



More And More Down The Slope, The Kid Couldn't Cope



So He Stole Somebody's Dope And A Gold Rope



Now My Son's On The Run, He's A Wanted One



Had Fun Then Was Done By A Shotgun



Upstairs I Cover My Ears And Tears



The Man Downstairs Must Have Drank Too Many Beers



Cause Every Day Of His Life He Beats His Wife



Till One Night She Decides To Pull A Butcher Knife



Blind Man Plays The Sax



A Tune Called “The Arms On My Moms Show Railroad Tracks”



Many Lives Are Cut Short



That's When You're Living