As I walk along these streets, I see a man that walks alone, distant echo of people's feet, he has no place to call his own. A shot rings out from a roof over head, a crack head asks for change nearby, an old man lies in an alleyway dead, a little girl lost just stands there and cries.

What would you do, if that was you?
Would you take everything for granted like you do?

A boy just 13 on the corner for sale, swallows his pride for another hit. Overpopulation, there's no room in jail, but most of you don't give a shit that your daughters are porno stars and your sons sell death to kids, you're so lost in your little worlds, your little worlds you'll never fix.

What would you do, if that was you?
Would you take everything for granted like you do?

You turn away!

As I walk along the streets, soaking up the acid rain, underneath the taxi cabs, I hear the streets cry out in vain.

What would you do, if that was you?
Would you take everything for granted like you