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