Scenes From The Top

Looking out over my world
I see a world I know
Although I don’t remember it

Villains to the sky
Buildings to the ground
I vaguely remember a man I once knew

I walked from coast to coast
Drown in a river of pity
Was reborn as a soccer mom

Walked the surface of mars
Touched the stars
Falling tears lit my face

Suburbia is the only ghetto with locks on the outside
Compton is a dream from White kids with blinders
The Ghetto can only be fabulous in America

Searchlight to the stars




© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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