The burnt out house next door,
Is the only neighbor he’s know
The gang colors on his jacket
The only fashion he wants
–
Life is a five mile radius
The Persian Gulf and Siberia might as well be mars
Life is here, life is now
A career is a perverse hope
–
To be born was some bullshit
And it’s gonna be more shit while you’re here
But another day above ground is something
Especially if it’s the only thing you’ve known.
