Beggars and limosines
Junkies and beauty queens
Hitting the streets on a Friday night
All looking for the same thing
This city eats its young
So, sister, turn and run
The divide it has become
Too deep for anyone
I'd like to say there is a hope
I wish there was a way
But each day here feels like one closer to moving away
2 jobs and school at night
No end or relief in sight
And I forgot to invest what I never had
And toil is the price of that life