the moonwashed alley, gives no hope of life
just a rope in sight, companied by a broken bike
I froze in fright, shadows engulfing my mind state
thoughts of blind hate, and the raise in crime rate
a damned place, you can catch disease from a band-aid
stepping on a needle, is like opening hell's gate
to think, kids play, spend most of their day here
if you only got stabbed once...you're having a great year
I stare at the boulder dash houses, pain in my eyes
once great pillars of life.....just waiting to die
saying a patient goodbye, rotting away, brick-by-brick
in the way, the victim of the needle decays.....
.........Prick-by-Prick...........
the moon is wrapped in clouds, no light in the street
the shroud of dark, makes my heart, take a frightening leap
But I remain here, just watching this lonely place
where even holy grace, refuses to point it's rays