Word On The Street - Nocturnal Poisoning

Slave to money and a victim of theft

Cash in the chips you have left

Stop living in fear and

Just get out of here

If you’re trying to find that light/life

You’re gonna end up in jail

Times are hard and no one can

Afford the bail

Be aware… and be it now

There’s no time — to ask how

It’s all coming down

Without a plan

Make a run for it, while you still can

Another kind of darkness shown

Hell’s a lot of fun when it’s not

Your own

Halfway between a street and a home

Translent faces I see more than my own