welcome to Washington Heights

darkness of night…everyone lookin’ to score…crackwhores workin’ telephone lines…junkies chasin’ the horse down a back alley…herb sold here…meth sold there…Pedro has a line on an 8 ball round the corner from where you live…the playground that kids shoot hoops at…metal chains clank in the breeze…

an’ the cruisers drive-by…eyein’ little boys who should be home in bed…Catholic school girls breakin’ curfew…bangers walkin’ pit bulls…blue rags an’ do-rags…gang tags…tattooed teardrops in honor of the lost souls left behind…may they rest in peace….rest in peace…

drinks go down while clownin’ ’round with Jesse…Tamika…Lonnie…an’ Ray Ray…talkin’ ’bout back when smack was taboo…crack was whack….nowadays anything goes…for real man…for real…just tryin’ to keep it real…

old men stumble-by…talkin’ of how the neighborhood’s changed…from bad to worse…should’ve seen it comin’…should’ve seen it comin’…

but no-one noticed…no-one noticed…

darkness of night…

darkness of night…

welcome to Washington Heights….

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