they got to arguin' about a little dime bag - yeah
they wasnt watchin at all how their dog got there
in a rainy rush hour moment a chance at life was crushed
he was standin out in traffic, he said won't you help me please

these are cocaine times
when the lumpen die
this is the bitter fruit
it was a downtown tragedy

they stopped an ambulance but they couldn't do nothin - no
he scooped up the small form, blood was on his clothes
to drift that haunted landscape was more than she could take
she gazed off towards the highway never to return again

chorus

that we all breathe the same oppression, i was confirmed in my belief
vicious attacks on the victims have never caught true thieves

repeat 1/2 chorus, then end