I been on these streets since before you were born
Before trust funds like you ever got this far north
When the windows were shuttered and the good times were short
But we were left alone on the skids
The cash in your wallet just gotta be spent
You're an urban pioneer or whatever that meant
But nobody thanked me when I lowered the rent
Now I'm choking on puppies and kids
Don't you dare write me a sad song
You know that treacle just won't do
Though I ain't been dancin' in so long
I ain't no different from you
There's no conversation so you may never know
If I'm a victim of the circumstance however that goes
But they're closing down my favorite SROs
And I got all these boxes to haul
Where the breathin is shallow and the track marks are deep
Now an eight dollar coffee is what you call cheap
And where exactly would you like me to sleep
Or would you rather I not wake up at all
Don't you dare write me a sad song
You know that treacle just won't do
Though I ain't been dancin' in so long
I ain't no different from you
And by the grace of God go you...