Chasing street dreams

You see him

Standing on the corner

At the store pants sagging

Dragging along broken dreams

Fueled by gunfire and the clank of jailhouse doors

He sees them

Scratching, moving erratically

Frantically snatching purses to support their habit

They gotta have it

Its a sick love affair

The need for a quick fix from both parties

Dollar signs equal a one way ticket to high

Malt liquor, nicotine dreams and glass pipes

Blue lights and hand cuffs

You see them

They walk all night

Disappear before light breaks on dark corners and alleyways

Theyre both fiends

Slaves to different masters

Money and faster highs

They creep by moonlight

All night walking

Stalking

Looking for their next fix

Cannot quit

Chasing street dreams