If these sidewalks could talk
They'd tell a story that the third world's familiar with
Kids aint even innocent
They'd speak on countless youth that fell for dead
Chasing death when they thought they were chasing bread
If these sidewalks had conversations
They'd converse on blood thirst
Running rampant turf to turf
From the goons on missions doing they're dirt
Late nights when the racoons and possums lurk
The same sidewalks hopscotch was played at
The same side walks