I’m from a place where birds sing in the morning and guns do at night
Where I once woke to see my best friend’s dad dead on the scene before daylight
I’m from a place where you open a case for a criminal and he buys a case of beer for a cop
Where the drugs keep moving and the dreams stop
I’m from a place where love is in the air only when bottles are
Where girls will leave a man with direction for a man with a car
I’m from a place where the stomachs aren’t full because the minds are empty
Where learning a new skill and trying to earn a living can earn you envy.