Lyrics

The broken, uneven sidewalk undulates like a serpent
Dandelions grow through the cracked concrete
Makeshift gardens
Laughing young girls flash think thighs
Sit on their front steps
Trying to be noticed
By boys driving by in shiny cars
With loud speakers
This is what became of Eden
Unkept promises
Neglected beauty
The fruit became bitter
Faded beauties housing random families on the block
Dirty windows like tired old eyes
Watch faces change
The streets remain the same
Adam lies sleeping, his sons raising Cain
Eager, able, ambivalent about dying
About killing
The children have seen their parents naked
Shamed, they cloaked themselves in Roca Wear
They chain themselves with platinum
Old ladies warn small children to watch for the sparrow
Wise words from dry lips
Coated by white powder
Big eyes looking for small rocks
No black angels here
No promised land
Only deep valleys
Steep mountains
Look up little children
There are shoes hanging from the telephone line
A mockery of God's footsteps across the sky