Star-Spangled Streets


Underneath the city, nothing is as it seems:
Crime runs rampant, never talk to police;
Silence is the creed of these star-spangled streets.

Only seventeen, selling smack to fiends,
Standing tall amongst chaos 'cause he's holdin' a piece.
Underneath the city, nothing is as it seems.

A shot wrings out, the boy falls on the concrete,
Red ichor pours from his head like a stream..
Silence is the creed of these star-spangled streets.

Cops sometime arrived; no one heard a shot or a scream.
Another statistic; they covered the boy in a blue sheet.
Underneath the city, nothing is as it seems.

A life erased for yellow-white dust and some green-
To a fiend, just another taste of the American Dream.
Silence is the creed of these star-spangled streets.

In a community surrounded by deceit,
It goes on and on; the vicious cycle repeats.
Underneath the city, nothing is as it seems.
Silence is the creed of these star-spangled streets.

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