It's a sunny tuesday afternoon. Some kids run past me to go home, it's cause it's after school. The college goers. walk the talk. they think they seem so cool.
But too much of anything, is like a broken tool.

In this city, myths lie thick, people are usually left amused.
A tourist is taken for a ride, a local chews and sues.
In this city, the rich are rich, they think big, travel when they are sick, bemused.
They drive through town, Mercs and sounds. gears on the move.
In this city, we need food, basic trust and a little more fuel.
In this city where we need less feuds, we lack the basics. water, clothes, a good mood....

Overpopulated, Over rated, Overly amused. That's the city. Hardly green, hardly serene, under every new moon.
We need new cabs, we need new trains, we need new buses too.
But, the people' d rather wish for luck and avoid thinking of building a new school.
We need better you's, we need better me's.
But whose to listen to the truth.

We need sympathy. We have alot of apathy.
Please,
Where is the real stew.
There's nothing here, holes in dreams,
people living,
never loving, always lying.

The rich stay rich.
The poor, the filth.
Nothing changes under another new moon.

There's hope for better.
But there's always worse.
Yesterday a girl was shot.
She didnt know why or for what.
And the clubs stayed on till 2.

The price of grain, went up in the rains.
So, most of the others were basically screwed.

There's some hope, hope for the better.
But nothing will be, cause no one's bothered.
As long as your not stuck-in-the muck.
you'd watch while people ran out of luck.
Cause that is true.

It's better to do.
It's better i tell you.

But for the 100th time.