On the corner, they're selling rock,
And girls who'll do whatever you want.
Bang, bang: Cops and Thugs --
But little fingers don't shoot reals slugs.

Stepping over the cracks in the warm concrete;
Try to avoid the Bloods and MS-13.

In my book-bag half a kilo
Of red caps and brown crystal;
In my pants, my history report
On the Stamp Act and Admiralty Courts.

Stepping over the cracks in the warm concrete;
Try to avoid the Bloods and MS-13.

Just keep running,
Through allies, past the sullen
Pimps pushing the broken
Girls, who dropped out of
John J Pershing High.

One more corner; across the lot.
First period starts an nine o'clock.
Bell rings; get out of class.
Somehow try to find my way back.

Stepping over the cracks in the warm concrete;
Try to avoid the Bloods and MS-13.

Just keep running,
Through allies, past the sullen
Pimps pushing the broken
Girls, who dropped out of
John J Pershing High.

Just keep running,
Through allies, past the sullen
Pimps pushing the broken
Girls, who dropped out of
John J Pershing High.

Stepping over the cracks in the warm concrete;
Try to avoid the Bloods and MS-13.

Just keep running,
Through allies, past the sullen
Pimps pushing the broken
Girls, who dropped out of
John J Pershing High.

Just keep running,
Through allies, past the sullen
Pimps pushing the broken
Girls, who dropped out of
John J Pershing High.