This city,this city of fog and dim lights,this city of smoking tops,drops of pollutants on rocks,the disease infested bars,beat contaminated nightclubs,drivers drunk on wine and weed,teenagers high on speed,pretty lap dancers flirting for pittance,smartass remarks from smartass students,police makes you black and blue,they’ll be stopping you soon,buses full of the old and derelict,tricks in the corner call you pig,the Cross watches from the hill,but this city makes you steal,angels don’t show their faces hereour demons have scared them away,the city of skyscrapers and chain stores,cheap ass headquarters and food courts,lost loves and lovers sought,love broken and insanity wards,hearts of the brave shattered,here no love can be found scattered,don’t look at anyone in the eyesbecause you might find yourself in a fight,muting your wails and groans,this glass house is full of stones,I think it’s time to let the birds free,break down these limiting ceilings,start a revolution from your bed,instead of hate, try being kind instead.

I’ve heard there is a place not too far away,where the good people go to stay,maybe we can make our city better,let us begin our journey on this day,tomorrow might never come,but tonight we are all hereand I can hear the birds waking upbringing with them that promised sun.