Fools Gold...

I can rap about money and women, stand on the corner with a gun in my trousers
I can be a plastic preacher to the holy ghost, but truth be told, this hanging chain is only but fools gold
I'm living the street life as a scared child, holding onto hope
I need to get out of here before somebody put me under a stone!

I see babies hooked on drugs, parents living life as thugs
Alleyways full of prostitutes, selling sex because life is tough
Your best friend hung, he was a slave to money, it was debt or buried
Espresso life for the walking blind, is it just me who seems to be worried

Young girls in reality distortion, society trying to suppress abortion
Tears and rain soak the homeless, needles are filled with poison
In these streets it's not winter but still feels lonely and cold
I'm growing up and thinking twice, but still what I wear is fools gold
Take me away from this dying hole
My heart is in a different home
I'm sick of this fools gold
I'm just sick and tired
This is fools gold
Please,
Take me home...