The Streets

Why would you fade to black?
when there's so many other ways to die out
why not drown in purple or blue?
or hang with strings the colour of soot?
you and I can disappear without a clue
while forgetting everything but our loot.

Run with me through the streets
paint stripes on those roofs.
Don't take off your cleats
bring the ball, I'll show you my moves.
I stole my freedom from the rich
they were easy to spot in their fancy suits.

Tomorrow I'll be singing my hymns
knowing God is looking after me.
Who cares about my rhymes?
even if its all about being free,
all they want is that short-lived joy
to applaud and smile then quickly flee.

Photograph : Exit_by_Brute_ua