BRICK CITY BELOW THE SUBURBS

Come visit the city of bricks
Ever heard of it, Newark NJ
Where living is a dream 
Hardly realized and rarely materialized 

The hood alarm goes off 
Every hour of the day 
Not your Swiss watch alarm
Or five star hotel wake up call

It's the screaming voice 
Of a mother's cry
Sounding the alarm 
Of her son that died 

Shot down in the streets 
Laying in a pool of blood 
Lights snuffed out 
His warm body turning cold
Lifeless! On that asphalt road

While you lay secured 
In your protected surrounding
A 911 call is made 
But pray to God 
For a connection 

The Police has more importance things to do
Maybe they'll show up 
If you were a man in blue 
So what's there to do
In the city of bricks 

Live your life one day at a time 
Cause chances are 
You will become the next victim 
Of Brick City crimes.

Wilford Barker.