Asphalt brown, muddy slick
Rain keeps crying down, crying down
Desperate voice outside my window
Talking ‘bout will he see tomorrow
She sees little girls destitute
Sell their bodies to predators
On the loose
Gotta do something, she says to herself
Instead of being like everyone else
Tired of watching pretenders
Pretending that they care
Behind the driver’s side again
Little boys dancing up ahead
Candy man came and went
Gave them all poison
Locking them up
Inside their heads
Pimps of poverty go driving by
Hiding behind city badges
Benevolent incarceration
To
Hide criminalization
Of you
And the rain
Keeps
Crying
Down



