fuck these foolz that are making valencia street unchill

(albüm: Songs From The Sunroom - 2017)

Came here as a
Young man
To escape the confines
Of my home

To a world without
Judgment
Where the strange
And unusual'd roam

It was here I was raised up
It was here that I've grown

And now all of these
Robots
Have re-paved our streets with
Silicone

I can't afford a bus pass
I can't afford to eat well

If it wasn't for
Food stamps
I'd be back to busking in the
BART tunnels

If it wasn't for
Charlie
Out on 16th street
Giving 'em hell

There'd be no more poetry
No more stories to tell

And who are these
People
In their vest and their shoes

Who boast of not
Voting
Cause what good could it do

When they're already
Filthy
Rich and living comfortably too

In a new condo off
22nd
I tip my hat to those who smashed
Their windows

And I sing for my
People
Who have yet to cash in

Their chips on this
Wonderful
Place that we live in

See it's not the
City
Itself that's violently ill

It's just these fucking foolz
Making valencia street
Unchill

And destroying the mission
For everyone who
Lives there