Alleys filled with souls that care.
Walking through these shaddowed streets
Laced with lies and disquise,
Bow-ties , drug highs and a child's eyes
Not knowing what it's all for.
Sun shines on glassy water.
Business suits and breifcases cover up
The trash and the grime,
Racing to get to places on time
When all they do is count.
Buses transport from place to place.
The dealers and the doers
Just doing the same,
When all they're really doing is using a fake name
Just to get an ounce.
Business men drop their change.
To the man that is less fortunate
That change can change his life,
As he picks up the penny and two quarters he looks at his wife
"We may be able to eat tonight."
Change scatters across the streets.
To change the city just pick up the change
Pick up the trash and stop cooking up that hash
This city needs help without the backlash
So help a brother out.