Streets

Love, let the love
go with the drum beat,
take your head to bang above
and to move your feet
as your body will follow
and do what it does
to rise above the noise, to go
over the insufferable fuzz.
The voices in the back
that go and go and go,
that repeats on the track
that never gets slow,
the problems they face
may be the same as ours
but it's a different place
that seems awfully far
with the streets going loud
and the pain even louder,
with the violence proud
and only getting prouder,
they tell you to check
and to check it out
before you go down in the wreck
and are left to scream and shout.
The go-getter gets you
and leaves you for the fishes
no matter what you do
as you're left in the ditches,
the battle that surrounds
now is that which consumes
as death and blood abounds
with only the pain that blooms.