Sitting alone in a 4 cornered room candles burning and nuttin to do
looking for the passage thru the land of savage
with bricks piled upon bricks with no end but the search for where it all begins and where noone wins
Ghetto dreams with real time themes
to make ends meet but does it meet the ends
trying to escape like a POW
caught in this concrete jungle of bungalows and broken down dreams
disappearing into the atmospheric region of smog and clouds
with doubts of making it taking it to a higher level above the skyscrapers of bricks
creating a cell divided by miles and miles of slums
swept under the carpet like yesterdays news
not realizing the pain each day faces
for that child or mother working on survival to make things whole again instead of an incomplete mess with
life of stress