Dead crackheads lying there
On my front lawn, relying
Resting their heavy heads
They carry on, dying
Dead crackheads lying there
On my front lawn, defying
The common laws of nation
They carry on, dying
Dead crackheads lying everywhere
They show us hope, in their despair
They show us that we are stronger than thay
And still let us know that we all may
Become someone else than ourselves
When the dawn is too long for our struggle
When the day is too long for retreat
When we cross the line on our street |