Word on the Street

Slave to money and a victim of theft Cash in the chips you have left Stop living in fear and Just get out of here If you're trying to find that light/life You're gonna end up in jail Times are hard and no one can Afford the bail Be aware... and be it now There's no time - to ask how It's all coming down Without a plan Make a run for it, while you still can Another kind of darkness shown Hell's a lot of fun when it's not Your own Halfway between a street and a home Translent faces I see more than my own