I Walk down vines
where cool cats
taste the grapes of wrath
with silent sighs

not knowing Y
to try and X out
letters that spell
--Double Euphemism--
for they are poor
AND black
with thier backs
to the floor
so how can patrons
not over stand
the truth
behind closed doors


I walk down roads
where town has erroded
and down has exploded
into a way of life

Where cool cats servive
serving 9 to 5
open hand shop
walk throughs
of can you
spare some change doc

can you spare some change doc?

Cities Change
but Change is a City too

Full of Homeless
Aspirations and Dreams
sitting on wet streets
begging for more change
with no where to go
but change
cause change is all they know
and its always...
been the same....

Where Hope is the Whore
Walking down vine street
giving brains for dreams
bending over for time
like Shes reaching for a dime
she dropped between
the cracks of her mind

Reaching but never getting
scratching her head and wondering
why she cant afford the luxuries
of this talented tenth
whos always away
on road trips

while Im on this
road tripping
tryna find away

A way...out...of...

-----Change------