18 (Streets)

Driving down 18th street
Looking for scraps to eat
These nights merge into one
They split me up it's no fun

I missed the train gotta walk back
Two and half cents in my lap
Sleeping down on a busy street
The cars splash but never squeak

Someone like me once said i'd fall
Pushed and dragged me till i'd fall Drove something in me i'd never forget
Temptations of things i'd regret

An old lady is giving me her hand
Telling me to get together my band
Giving me hope like a shooting star
Leaving me again seen from afar

A beautiful person is selling me a life
Something with danger and a wife
Sold my life savings just to try it
Now i'm on Irving with a bottle in hand



Credits
Writer(s): Aleksander Madry
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