Broadways, The
One Man Board Of Directors
My friend can't go home no more.
I guess that's what happens when you're too poor
to be a good kid in good clothes in a
bad neighborhood that's no good,
where pride makes you a traitor to your kind.
When his brother was murdered a year ago,
it was the same as it is now.
There's no witness relocation plans for those in slums.
I know, because my friend could sure use one.
Third-grade brothers and sisters threatened by grown men,
who stand outside while families slowly died. They tried
Letras de cancionesto talk to Edwin Eisendrath,
but the chairman of the C.H.A. can't find a way
to keep one family safe.
"Nothing's that important to me."
You two sit by the phone
waiting for that special girl to call.
I used to forget to go on
when my days got too long.
I feel really scared,
but it always wears away.
It doesn't always go away.
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