I Am the Projects

I am the junky, stuck deep by a needle. I am his abject misery soothed only by wicked poison.

I am the dead, struck down early through a war of colors. Red, Blue, Black, White....Fuck em'

I am the failures of life brought into one little cesspit.

I am the projects.

I am wicked place. Death haunts every part of me.

So fuck your problem, the iPods and the vanity.

I am the projects, only breeding insanity

I am the place where you are what society wants you to be.

A drug dealer, a killer, a pimp and a whore.

Left alone while the golden ones try to knock down your door.

Your taxes and leases, taking the very shirt off of our backs.

We have long bought this land with red blood.