Concrete Garden

They paint these streets in gold, you see. But the paint just covers the

rust. And I've been watching the rust eat through it all.

Year after year, just another story from the gutter's diary. Listen.

I remember nights when the moon was the only light we had. And Mama's prayers

were the only hope against the bad. We drew our dreams in chalk

on sidewalks, now they're faded lines. Chasin' ice cream trucks,

now we runnin' from the flashin' signs. Saw my homies trade their textbooks

for a heavy iron weight. Tryna speed of life but they just racin' to