i checked in a room today

up above the downtown market bricks

right now a boy gets old

a boy gets bitter

a boy learns not to trust

someone inside his room

the door locks tight 

you keep the door locked



months went by and doors got kicked in 

two outlaws collecting what they loaned

in a room beside my walls

a girl gets choked

she can't pay back the loan

48 more hours to go

"48 more hours" that's all they say

in two more nights

i hear a sound

a shrill from one thin wall away



every place is the same 

every day is the same 

every place is the same

violent

there's a conflicting sound 

hear the arguments loud

everyday, the sounds of the

violent violent violent



i moved uptown a bit

not much changed

conflict is never gone

but just as a calm sets in

a police line barricades

a place next door i asked

around the lot a store

clerk told me two young 

kids were shot mother

was near the tracks dragged

to where a train would go past