Concrete Dreams

Used to be much easier
He had a family
A nice little house
On a quiet little street
Went to work everyday
Never called in sick
Until he got into that blow
Changed his life real quick
So he awakes another day
On the cold and dirty street
On the plate today
He’s got to make ends meet
Needs to find some food
Needs to get a little heat
But then he lay back down
Next to the people’s feet
I said hey, hey, hey
It’s just those Concrete Dreams
It's just those Concrete Dreams

If only he could get his hands on a couple ki’s
And sell them to the stupid kids for a couple G’s
He might get up off his motherfucking knees
And talking where every other word is please

(Refrain)

The drugs took his family, job and reputation
And those quarters and dimes are making shitty compensation
He’s so damn hungry he lost his motivation
And the prospects of living seem like an aberration
So don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why

I’m living everyday like tomorrow I’ma die
Life is too short to be dealing with that shit
Just like the last toke from the crack pipe you lit

(Refrain)