Well I roam these streets
Consuming their minds
Stealing God's children
I rob 'em all blind
But you'll never catch me
I hide in plain sight
Any man in the day
Could be a junkie in the night
It's just a small prick
And it'll soothe you your pain
Of the back-breaking labor
Of getting through your day
Now he was a man
Who left him his daughter
To tend to a love
The addiction he'd fathered
He'd plunder and rob
So she'd beg and she'd plead
It broke her her heart
Black tar was all he needed
It's just a quick shot
To get through the day
The Pills and the Powder
Have paven their way
Now she was a mother
With four-month-old child
Sold him for 30's
All with a smile
She lay in the streets
For 3 long days
Before they had noticed
Her baby had gone away
It's just a few pills
To take the edge off of life
But without them, I swear
I can be the violent type
Mothers and fathers
Sisters and brothers
Close friends and lovers
Sons and daughters
Lawyers and teachers
Bankers and preachers
Construction workers
Can all be abusers
